Amy: if my husband helps, can we put some of your stuff up on the shelf above so my son can sit on the seat?
Bitch: no. I have suitcases all the way through. There are plenty of other seats.
Amy: we're a family of six trying to sit together.
Bitch: that's not my problem.
I'm going to let Jack get potato chip crumbs all over her crap. I hope someday you travel with children, Train Bitch. And I hope when you do that people are nasty to you.
Almost everyone else in Chicago was delightful, though, and we had a great day. We are all exhausted, which is probably why I can't just let the Train Bitch's comment slide. Maybe Jack will get motion sick and puke all over her stuff. That would be perfect.
I'm gonna squeeze him.