…punch him in the eye.

He was sitting next to me on the 3 Train this weekend, taking up the better part of three seats when one would have sufficed, wiggling around and generally having terrible train etiquette.  

As the train approached 96th Street, I started to rise from my seat to get off and transfer.

At the same time, this jerk sprang up, flailing his arms, and elbowed me in the left eye.

I cried out in shock and pain.

He turned back to me, smiled with genuine mirth, and smirked, “Sorry.”

Let’s help karma along.  

Punch him in his smug face.

He kinda deserves it.