On a very crowded Queen streetcar today, a woman had a simple request for the man standing beside her: "Could you please get your ass out of my face?"
This sophisticate had positioned his upper body behind a vertical pole on the TTC car while leaving his feet in the aisle. This put his butt in a position that would have been ideal had the seated woman wanted to have given the equivalent of a lap dance with her face.
Strangely (or perhaps, to his mind, not strangely), he initially saw no problem with this state of affairs.
"You know what they say: There's the Better Way and there's your way," he said, sporting a moronic grin as he glanced around, looking for signs that others enjoyed his bon mot as much as he did.
However, the general, silent opprobrium vibe directed at him by those witnessing this exchange eventually penetrated his lead-lined cranium, and he retreated to a less offensive position.