As was on line waiting for the bus to Jersey from Port Authority today, a tired, out of breath old man got on the line behind me. If I were a betting man I would say he was 70-75 years old. As he catches his breath he asks me if this is the line for the 5:10 66 bus. Even before I can respond in the affirmative a young, probably undergrad, young man comes prancing up to us. He tells the old man "Great this is the 66 line? I'm right behind you in line, but i'm going to sit over there because i'm soooooo tired." Then he proceeds to go sit down on the bench without giving the poor old man a chance to utter a word. It really struck me as incredible that any partially educated human being could be so self absorbed and unaware as to ask a clearly winded geriatric to stand and hold a place on line (which is quite the faux pas in and of itself at Port Authority).

Was this douche-tastic prancing little snot decked out head to toe in Syracuse gear? You bet your ass.