Don't you get it, lady?

When I'm standing inside the door of the subway, and you stand up well before we arrive for your stop, then say "Excuse me" in that fucking haughty way when we reach your stop—where can I go? You're blocking me from going anywhere! If you'd waited a bit I could have gotten out of your way, while people started shifting around, before I was in it. As it is, I either have to squeeze flat against the railing or step out of the car to get out of your way—where, of course, there are about a million idiots like you blocking the doors trying to get on. I mean, Jesus, use your fucking head. It's there for more than just to decorate with makeup, your highness.