Don’t you hate it when people just stand right at the subway doors and block it and you have to squeeze pass them to get in. The morning subway rides are always jammed with grumpy people fighting for a pocket of personal space. Well at one of my morning stops, the doors open and people start pushing in. At mid stream, a man decides to claim the door spot and people now need to squeeze around him without shoving him as a courtesy. Now the last man to try to step lively into the train was wearing cargo shorts with a outback hat and safari vest. He stared at the doorman blocking the train doors in the eyes and said in his Australian accent, "Ya know, the Marcus Queensbury rule states that the last man to enter claims the door spot." What?! Did I hear right? I can't believe the Marquis of Queensbury rule was invoke in my presence on a morning train ride to work. How civilized. But the stare down was greeted with a shoulder shrug and the doorman didn't budge. I thought a round of old-fashioned, bare-knuckled fisticuffs was about to ensue. But no such morning fun.
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