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>Okay, well, I put my pashmina on the back of my seat and leave >my water bottle in the ARMREST cup holder. I leave for 5 >minutes, come back, and there's some woman in my seat. So, I >tell her that she's in my seat, that's my stuff she's sitting >on. Well, she's a total bitch (one of those salt-and-pepper >short-haired pinched up-looking middle-aged women, probably >from the East Coast), and refuses to get up, telling me it's >easier for one person to find a seat than two (she's with a >friend). Then she points to another seat, with someone's >jacket in it, and says I could sit there. I'm like, "Um, no, >that's SAVED."
That's just all kinds of fucked up. See, this is why it's good to carry a taser on your person at all times. After some shit like that, I'd definitely use it on her. I'd probably have ended up in jail, but it would've been worth it.
>I just don't get how you can see someone's stuff draped in a >chair and decide to sit in it anyway, let alone have the gall >to refuse to apologize and move if you do make that mistake. I >mean, my water bottle was still in the fuckin' armrest when I >got there...she hadn't even moved it to the floor or >something. WTF?
Just out of curiosity, was complaining to the management on option? Or were you too understandably pissed at the time?
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