Fingernails

     I got on a packed train first thing this morning, and as I know it's going to be a long day, I made a beeline for a seat with a bag on it.  It belonged to a large guy.

I stand in front of the bag. (beat)

We make eye contact. (beat)

"May I please sit down?" Said in my higher register. He continues to look at me. (beat)

He moves the bag to his lap, saying nothing.

I slide into the spot.

     He then sits there and chews each fingernail on his right hand for the next 7 stops, letting the nails fall on his chest.  I seem to make some boys nervous.