Confronting the rude seat hog
An older man sits in one of the set of facing seats hard by the doors, his backpack filling the adjoining seat. That's what I see when I board at Grand heading north at rush hour with a 60-ish woman, both of us noting his rudeness as we eye the empty seat -- empty but for his backpack.
He sits with his head down, studiously staring at images on his digital camera. The woman stands right by the empty seat, too timid to confront him.
And he ignores her.
Finally I wave my fingers in his face and ask if she can sit down. He looks up disgustedly at me, and asks her if she wants to sit. She says yes. He slowly makes a big deal about moving his backpack.
She sits. She never thanks me.
I move down the aisle and ask yet another guy if I can sit where his bag is. This guy also has a HUGE wheelie suitcase in the aisle between his legs. But he readily gets up and moves his bag for me to sit down.