You: sitting next to your backpack on the Brooklyn-bound L train last night.
Me: super tired, holding onto the rail, standing up.
I asked you to move your backpack so I could sit down. You said you were getting off in “only one more stop.” I don’t know if you will ever see this, but if you do I’d love to meet up. Manners are sort of my thing, and I’d love to teach you some.