It was the time when everyone rushed home from work. The train was packed. I waited patiently for the passengers to alight before entering.
A burly guy also entered the train at the same time as me, trying to barge me aside. However due to my weight, he did not succeed. His eyes widened, and perhaps embarrassed, he lifted up his land and tried to elbow me.
Fortunately for me, I had stopped to let him enter first, and the elbow missed its mark. Discovering that he missed, he decided to try one more time, swinging his heavy laptop bag around, hoping the bag will hit me. By this time, I had given him ample room after realising what he was trying to do, and again the bag missed its mark.
It was not possible to make any more attempts as the people behind entered the train, and he was surrounded by other passengers. As the train moved off, I looked at him and smiled, amused at his behaviour. He refused to look at me, preferring to stare at the neck of the passenger standing in front of him.
It was then that I realised I must be really getting old. The younger fiery version of me would have retaliated, most probably by stepping on his foot and pushing him aside. Instead, the current me is actually smiling at his actions.
