Good Guys and Bad Guys

This morning I was on the train at peak hour, standing because there were no seats available. Beside me, sitting firmly in the middle of a seat designed for two people was a solid looking man with silver-grey hair atop a fat head. He wore a blue suit with wide shoulders, a red tie and a gold watch. Sitting in the seat in front of him was a woman wearing a furry leopard skin coat, red lipstick and gold earrings. They obviously knew each other and she was turning around, leaning on the back of her chair to talk to him, crowding the space of the person sitting next to her.

As they loudly talked and joked she lazily fanned herself with a Liberal candidate pamphlet; with a similarly fat and silver-grey head of the candidate that waved back and forth in front of her face.

I immediately knew these people were obnoxious, cold hearted, lacking in empathy. The man raised his heavy hand to the woman's neck and started to massage her. I watched as the animal fur rolled and rose around her aging throat, the Liberal candidate in miniature came to rest on her thigh.

"Don't be prejudiced", I thought.
"Just because they clearly have more money than taste and they support the Liberals doesn't mean they are bad people. Just because they are taking up too many seats during peak hour while I stumble in the aisle, trying to maintain my balance doesn't mean they are evil cartoon villains. You need to have an open mind and heart about people. You need to stop casting the first stone. You need to stop holding all this unsubstantiated hatred in your heart, Tess".

At the next stop someone else got up so I got a seat after all. I opened up my paper and settled in to read for the lengthy journey I had ahead of me. I spend at least an hour on the train going to work in the mornings so if I can lose myself in reading I barely notice the minutes ticking away, or the stations passing by.

Half way into a article about scientists finding woolly mammoth DNA trapped in sheets of ice I was smacked in the back of the head with a backpack as someone left the train. I looked up and it was that fat-headed pig of a fucking Liberal scumbag sauntering down the aisle. He did not turn around to apologise.

What kind of a grown man in a suit carries a fucking backpack anyway?