Hey, that’s my seat!
Riders from stations farther up the line have no love lost for those at Ramsey 17, because on the trip home, they are the first ones off the train. Often I see people stopping what they are doing or waking up for a chance to watch the Ramsey Scramble, or even better, closing their eyes to pretend to be asleep so those riders can’t squeeze into a three-seater.
Yes, creatures of habit can be cruel, too. This creature is fine, as long as no one is in my seat.