Yesterday a woman spilled her hot coffee all over my arm when the train lurched forward on the Dupont metro platform.
"Geez, I'm sorry," she said fervently.
As I rolled up the sleeve of my now soaking wet work dress I said: "I appreciate that, but it wouldn't have happened if you didn't have your coffee on the metro. You know, you're not supposed to have coffee on the metro?"
She scrunched up her face at me and sourly retorted back: "It's tea. Not coffee."
"What?" I said incredulously.
"It's tea not coffee," she replied again, this time with smug conviction.
"Tea. Coffee. Okay-you're not supposed to have hot liquid or any liquid on the Metro."
"Whatever," she mumbled as she took a sip of her "tea" (glad we clarified that) and turned away from me disinterested.
Um, yeah....sometimes people just suck. My arm was wet all morning. My soul might be angry forever.