My morning commute

I actually hate, with a PASSION, anyone who makes me move my (wet - it's raining) bag onto my lap WHEN THERE ARE OTHER SEATS AVAILABLE. This guy didn't even ASK, he just sat on the chair nudging my bag with his fat arse until I could put down my coffee to move it. Mr, you are taking the piss. I don't care if you've got a hearing aid and you breathe like a heffalump, there were seats closer to the freakin door and I don't WANT to get my trousers wet or put my bag on the dirty floor.
Come on... It's not hard to understand. Just don't sit next to me.

Edit: and I wanted to eat my cinimon swirl but I CAN'T because my lap is piled with damp coat and bag and I'm trying not to spill my coffee, and Mr Hearing Aid is breathing tar and nicotine spores all over me. Not risking it.