out that I like people as long as I'm not in a searingly hot, crowded
enclosed space. So perhaps I like people in the abstract.
There's a man in business clothes unabashedly rooting around in his
nose opposite me, and another guy having a go at the conductor for
something that is clearly his own stupid fault. He also seems to think
that 3 out of four seats and 90% of the table belongs to him. Rather
than explode, I'm just going to passive-aggressively shove his things
around with my laptop millimetres at a time. He'd better watch it, or
he will be on the next installment of the Travelling Douchebag.