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I have a habit of standing at a certain place when I take the subway the one stop from Lexington Avenue to Roosevelt Island. I do this because in the evenings, when I'm usually returning home from classes, the elevator at the Roosevelt Island stop tends to be crowded, and I know that if I stand in a certain spot I'll be sure to get on the elevator, which is faster than taking all those escalators up to the surface.

Today I stepped on the train, barely registering an older woman who was leaning against the pole in front of the subway doors. I stepped in front of the subway doors, and heard her muttering from behind me to someone standing next to her something about "disrespectful white people" and "a certain kind of people" and other nasty, racist things.

I resisted the urge to turn around and glare at her but I saw her glaring at in the reflection of the subway doors, and heard her laughing nastily.

What the fuckety fucking fuck is the matter with some people? I didn't even touch her; I merely stepped in front of her. How does that make me disrespectful in any way? That old bitch.

I don't even think she even knew the person next to her, who happened to be another older black woman, because the other woman didn't respond and they didn't leave the station together.

So, I get on the minibus to take me the one stop to my building (okay, so I'm lazy, so?), and I'm fuming, and I get off the bus and notice that that old bitch got off the bus, too. And as I'm crossing the street towards my building, I heard her hiss something at me. I didn't understand what it was, but I swear it conveyed the image of a witch casting a hateful curse.

Some fucking people.

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