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I’m on an afternoon train home, coming up on my spot. It’s one stop from the end of the line. It was not yet 4pm, and we were far from the loop. A guy giving off pervert weirdo vibes sitting kiddy corner from me takes my picture with a manual camera.

He says something about my picture being in something. I’m reading a book, I don’t quite get what he says. I’m in a blog? A weekly? The Chicago RedEye. I’ll be on the cover of the Chicago RedEye tomorrow.

The story: seat hogs, people who sit in the outside seat and don’t let people in. It’d be a great story, if I wasn’t sitting sideways, having just let out the person next to me. It would be an even better story if there weren’t only 6-8 people in the train car, all seated. I really wish I’d been thinking enough to snap a pic with my camera, to post here. This was our conversation.

I said, “Do you think I have denied anyone a seat by sitting where I am?”

Either now, or in a bit he says something to the effect that I am the kind of person that would do this, deliberately jabbing at me. He told me to look for myself in the paper, etc.

I asked him if he wanted to print my name with it, if that was the case. He said everyone would know me, anyway, and I should read the paper myself. I told him I did not read the RedEye, that it was a rag. He told me again that I was the type of person who would do this, or something to that effect. I didn’t need it.

I said, “You have no right to judge me.”

He said, “I just did.”

“Wrongly.”

And I stepped off the train. As I said, did not need it. Buddy, who ever you are, I don’t use these words lightly. Stay the fuck away from me, you creepy bastard.