On a Friday Night Train

Dear Diary:

You know the feeling you get on a Friday after work ends? I had that feeling when I got on a Metro North train headed home after a long week.

I picked the middle seat in a three-seat row. Just before the train pulled out, a man sat down next to me and gave me a mean look.

“You know,” he said, “you shouldn’t be sitting in the middle seat.”

The implication was that I should have taken the window seat to allow more room for others.

The comment made me angry, and I was about to respond to his rudeness but it was Friday. And I had to admit that he had a point. So I moved over to the window seat and offered him a handshake and an apology.