BCL
Engineer
Granted I've overheard stuff that's too much information, but today was a first where someone was directly addressing me and I'm not even sure what the problem was.
I was talking Santa Clara VTA light rail this morning. I'm getting off in two stations so I figure I'll just stand.and in the meanwhile just check some stuff on my phone before exiting. I'm near a door and leaning with my back against one the handrails. I wasn't really noticing anything around me until some guy sitting down across the entrance interjects.
Could you f-ing sit down and not stand there? What if this f-ing thing stops and you come flying into me? (I was actually a good four feet from the seated guy.)
And are you f-ing taking pictures of me? This isn't your private car where you can do any f-ing thing you want. (Again - I didn't even notice the guy and told him I wasn't taking pictures of him).
I just walked to the other door and leaned against the rail there. He's still at it telling me to sit down and to &*(^&^ delete any pictures he thinks I might have taken of him. Besides the fact that I don't know him and have no reasons to take a picture of him, I can't figure out what the issue is other than he might be paranoid.
I don't know how to describe it, but the guy didn't seem mentally ill per se. He seemed more like a middle-aged curmedgeon. I think others in the car noticed but didn't really find anything all that unusual nor speak up.
I was talking Santa Clara VTA light rail this morning. I'm getting off in two stations so I figure I'll just stand.and in the meanwhile just check some stuff on my phone before exiting. I'm near a door and leaning with my back against one the handrails. I wasn't really noticing anything around me until some guy sitting down across the entrance interjects.
Could you f-ing sit down and not stand there? What if this f-ing thing stops and you come flying into me? (I was actually a good four feet from the seated guy.)
And are you f-ing taking pictures of me? This isn't your private car where you can do any f-ing thing you want. (Again - I didn't even notice the guy and told him I wasn't taking pictures of him).
I just walked to the other door and leaned against the rail there. He's still at it telling me to sit down and to &*(^&^ delete any pictures he thinks I might have taken of him. Besides the fact that I don't know him and have no reasons to take a picture of him, I can't figure out what the issue is other than he might be paranoid.
I don't know how to describe it, but the guy didn't seem mentally ill per se. He seemed more like a middle-aged curmedgeon. I think others in the car noticed but didn't really find anything all that unusual nor speak up.