Entitled Woman Refuses To Take Bag Off Seat, Gets Taught Lesson

Right on cue, the train doors finally slid open with a loud mechanical hiss. Humiliated, soaked in her own cold coffee, and unable to endure the deafening laughter echoing off the car walls, the young woman yanked her massive handbag off the bench cushion.

She clutched it to her sticky coat like a shield and practically sprinted off the train onto the platform, her head low, as the entire carriage cheered and clapped her out the door. The heavy doors slid shut behind her, the train engine hummed back to life, and the carriage began gliding out of the station. 

The oppressive, toxic tension that had suffocated Car 4 evaporated in an instant. Strangers were chuckling, shaking their heads, and exchanging victorious looks.