One of the truly worst things that can happen on a train, in the realm of minor annoyances, is having a loud mouthed, self-styled know-it-all sitting anywhere near you. My dying iPod was acting up, so despite wanting to just read my book, I was unable to drown him out.
Instead, I had to sit there and listen to the profoundly pig ignorant spoutings of a man who was not only blindingly simplistic in his thinking, but wrong about everything to boot.
He came on the train with a female companion and the most priceless portion of his ranting was that "women just want to run their mouths," followed by a nearly uninterrupted, thirty minute lecture on everything under the sun. It takes a special kind of stupid to be that blind to the irony implicit in this behavior, a truly amazing brand of self-ignorance.
However, because I'm allergic to being knifed, I tend to not respond to this kind of hectoring, bullying mental midget, but, boy, do I seethe like nobody's business.