Turnstiles

Public transportation is a way of life around here and I've become quite comfortable with it. (I might even prefer it...) But, there are a few things I don't enjoy. One is that there are people who think that my pass is their pass. Meaning that because I have a pass they can just jump right in behind me and go on with their business. Well, this annoys me, so I attempt to prevent people from getting through with me. I scan my pass and make sure that I am the only person in between the bars of the turnstile before pushing it around. Then, on the other side of the turnstile is a door. It opens with the turnstile. Last week I saw a kid stuck in between the two and I chuckled out loud! He passed through with someone but didn't get through the door. There he was trapped and at the mercy of someone who would come along and let him out. The other day, I slide my pass across the gate and stalled a bit because I thought someone was behind me. Then as I went through the door, I tried to shut it as fast as possible to prevent that person from getting through. Somehow, he got out and wasn't happy about my game. I wasn't even sure that someone had passed with me until he got up right beside me and asked me if I was trying to not let him through the door and on and on and on. He was some punk kid and I was a little startled, but I was not about to speak and let him know that I was not French. So I kept my pace and stared straight ahead. Finally he turned and walked off but not before he called me the b word in English. (I thought about throwing out a "ta mere" (your mom!) but I refrained.) Eeek! I'll think twice before I try to trap someone again.