[ WP ] What do you find personally reprehensible ? Write a story that justifies it .

Contempt rises in my soul like acrid bile from the inglorious gallbladder of an aging Komodo dragon. Yet this woman has the nerve to think she is better than me! All sorts of insults are roiling on my tongue but I set my jaw and remain quiet, hiding the offence beneath my overcoat. 
 
 *Who does she think she is? * I come here every morning! My teeth clench in righteous fury. I stand at the pedestrian crossing and she so very rudely presses past me to push that accursed button. I can not see her face, because I turn my head away, but I just know she is rolling her eyes. I can feel it in my neckbeard, prickling. 
 
 That bitch thinks I'd be stranded her like a halfwit, if it was n't for her intervention. Oh, but I know! I am no fool! She can push that button all day and it wo n't make one bit of difference. The lights are automatic, for fucks sake! These sheep keep rubbing their grubby hands on this button of vanities, it makes me sick. I can see it when I close my eyes at night. Impatient fingers poking at that metal plate, the dismissive posture and the smugness radiating from these people when the lights switch just after they arrive with their misguided notions. 
 
 Correlation does **not** equal causation, you ignorant slut! I want to scream. 
 
 It makes me furious! They think they are the smart ones, that is the worst thing about this all. I have been waiting here patiently and some Jane- or Johnny-come-lately swoops in and steals the credit! But history will judge them, I will have vindication. 
 
 I cross the road and get on the tram, sitting down. I pretend to listen to a podcast for fifteen minutes, until the vehicle approaches my destination. 
 
 But what now? What's this, then? 
 
 Why are you getting up?? Are you having a cramp in your leg? 
 
 I look into the middle distance, trying to telepathically convey my scorn at this lady who has so foolishy stood up, too early, already moving to stand by the sliding doors. She will wait in vain! The stop still looms in the distance, it will be half a minute yet at least until those doors open. She will see. She will be sorely disappointed. 
 
 The tram stops and I spring to my feet with alacrity, deftly navigating the half-empty corridor. I swoop past her like a nimble mountain goat and we get out at the same time, imagine that! 
 
 Hah!
