This morning, I was walking down the street and this French guy comes out of his apartment block and practically walks into me. No, let me rephrase that, he took up the space that he presumed was rightfully his on the sidewalk and too bad that I was on it I guess. To add to this, he was wearing sunglasses (at 8am when it was still a bit dark) and earphones so he was oblivious to my tutting.
I made my way to the bus stop and what do you know, the same French guy reappears, and naturally he chooses to stand where I’m standing. And I mean literally. He comes to stand right in front of me, so close that I have to move out of the way. At that point, I wondered if I was invisible or something.
At one point, a girl in a shortish skirt and opaque tights makes her way to the bus stop and the French guy openly oggles her. She gives him a dirty look. I want to high five her but I keep my cool.
When the bus comes, the French guy makes sure he’s first on the bus, brushing past everyone else, even though he was one of the last people in the pseudo queue. Of course, he takes the last seat instead of offering it to the old lady next to him.
Very, very annoying. And very frustrating to feel like saying something is not an option. Give me a true gentleman anytime.