gen_try [jen-tree] n. 1. wellborn and well-bred people. 2. (in England) the class below the nobility. 3. an upper or ruling class; aristocracy

Tuesday afternoon, 4:45. infant sputum and uncontrollably horny pedophiles are bad, but these things are minor negatives compared to what I’ll call the “cream of the crop” commuters. These ones really curl my toenails. These are the gentry on their way to a matinee presenta-tion of Menopause Outloud, the ladies who lunch at Holt’s with the girls, or the Geritol gents on their way to pick up their caddies from the detailer. The Rosedale nobility who decide to live a little and deign to take the tube down to Summerhill for their latest “dermatology” consultation. God help them if they have to hold their Birkin bag on their lap. Pish! That’s what the empty seat beside them is for, silly! Its rush hour for goodness sake and I ask you: what does a one-legged veteran need to sit down for during a 5-minute ride when he’s only going to miss his stop trying to get back up and exit the car? Why should he rest his decaying stump when my Louis Vuitton is simply exhausted from looking fabulous on my arm all day? It’s the Cashmere Mafia. These are the same ladies who sit on the outside seats - you know the ones who leave the inner seat completely barricaded from use? When someone stands over them and makes eye contact; the silent “Hey there, sorry but can I get by you and sit there?” inquiry, these women slowly scoot to the side, roll their eyes and sigh like it’s a goddamn marathon to get out of the way. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you paid fare for your invisible friend to ride beside you. You inept piece of Yorkshire Terrier shit!!