fidget queen

Today, sitting next to me on the train was an Asian lady who liked to fidget. Middle-aged, purple wool coat, black slacks, short black hair, Coach sneakers. From the moment she sat down, fidget fidget fidget. She carried with her one enormous black patent leather bag, and for reasons unknown, a mostly empty large black trash bag. When she finally shoved the leather bag under her feet, she placed the trash bag on top, but it was so large, it spilled over on both sides. (into my area too). She kept bending over and fidgeting with it, but all she kept getting were my feet\ankles. After the second grope, I totally shrinked myself all the way on the other side away from her and her contraptions. More fidgeting. Then she opens the trash bag and pulls out a section of an Asian newspaper. Opens the darn thing all wide and reads. Then after reading, shoves the section back into the still open trash bag, and pulls out the next section. This continues, until finally, I say excuse me when she elbows me yet again. I hear a heavily accented sorry. She then shoves everything into her trash bag, and attempts to doze. Luckily, at Newark, the person that sat down next to her leaves, so she moves into that seat leaving a seat empty in the middle of us. She continues with her reading, but this time puts her foot up on the armrest of the seat in front of us. I couldn’t see if there was anybody sitting in front of her. Wow.