about ripping a hole in a stranger's nasty jacket -- if anything, getting a bit of a kick out of it?
I got on a very full bus with 2 DCs this pm. Most people moved aside, with varying degrees of grace, to let me get the buggy down the aisle. Not one lady. She left her bag in the way so I thought, sod you, madam, and rammed the buggy into it, and past it like a Sherman tank and as we went by, I heard this satisfying rriiiiiippppp and realised somehow her apparel had snagged the buggy. She kept looking from me to the tear, daggers, but I was too busy discussing spring blossom with DD to notice.
I am not wrong, am I?