Peanuts

Sitting on the Q train at 57th street, waiting for the 'stand-clear-of-the-closing-doors' announcement, I accidentally spilled a notable amount of my peanuts-and-raisins snack mix on the empty seat next to mine. Damnit. But then I thought to myself: "Ha, I'm not going to clean that up. This way no one will sit next to me." And no one saw me drop that stuff since I was practically the first person to get on, so I can't get yelled at (57th in Manhattan is the end station on the Q). Brilliant!

And the train took off, crowded in the end, people scurrying to find seats, others holding onto the straps or poles. And I had the seat next to me empty, for extra elbow room. At 14th street some lazy woman took my peanuts-and-raisins seat - it was the only empty seat left - but she sat as far out as she possibly could, at the edge of the seat. Giving me lots of elbow-room.