A train story

There always seems to be a story when I go to Italy on business, although this one is from the return train trip and actually happened in Germany.  I pay the difference for 1^st Class tickets to avoid the crush in 2^nd and to get work done.  On the train out of Munich, I’d settled into a window corner seat of a 5 seat compartment about 15 minutes before it departed.  A middle aged guy opens the door, kinda grunts a greeting, plops an expensive medium sized bag in the middle of the isle making no effort to put it in the overhead rack and practically blocking my exit; then he placed a leather computer case in the seat next to me and across from his.  Un-kept hair and sloppily dressed in corduroy jeans and a sport coat, he walked out, returned with a sandwich and after one bite laid it down (crumbs and all) in the seat next to him while putting his feet up on the opposite seat with his shoes on to nap.  Mind you this was before we’d pulled and people were still looking for seats but the compartment was now effectively full; rarely does one see someone exude such a sense of the rich spoiled brat.  He woke, ate some more of his sandwich without moving his feet and dropped even more crumbs on the seat next to him.  At that point, I got up to stretch my legs and actually had to ask him to let me out.  Later the conductress came by asking for tickets, he seemed offended at having to produce it, and annoyed that she asked him to take his shoes off the seat.  And of course as soon as she left, the shoes went straight back up.  A bit later, she walked by the compartment saw his feet up napping and I’ve got to say our eye contact was rich before she opened the door and ripped into him.  As much as I hated to leave such a fine companion, I soon had to change trains and pulled my bag off the overhead rack to depart, somehow it came down right on his unfinished sandwich.  Then as I passed him, my relatively heavy bag somehow hit him square in the left knee … oh, and then the right knee too.  Such a shame the conductress couldn’t share that.