Even though he lay flat on his back and blood bubbled from his nose, I couldn't help feel that he deserved it. The ring of spectators apparently felt the same way too, since no one came forward to help him.

What else would you expect in a New York City subway at rush hour?

It was at the Penn Station platform. The A train just pulled in and hordes of commuters crammed in tighter than a virgin's ass. The smell was about the same too.

This one guy decided he was too important to be kept from his office for three more minutes and pulled another guy out of the train. Just yanked him out like a red sock in a white load of laundry.

Mr. Yanked Out apparently disagreed with Mr. Important's importance and grabbed the offender's shoulder. He swiveled Mr. Important around and POW! landed a crushing blow into his nose.

Down Mr. Important went. Flat onto the pavement.

Mr. Yanked Out let out a guffaw and strode calmly back into place just as the train doors closed.

The rest of the onlookers shook their heads and smirked. No one said a word as Mr. Not So Important Anymore struggled to his feet. He smeared his blood across his sleeve and, without making eye contact, stammered towards a platform bench.

Three minutes later, another A train pulled in. More hordes crammed in. I was able to squeeze my way between a lady with an Orca whale of a behind and a guy with a tank top and no concept of underarm deodorant.

I looked out into the platform and watched Mr. Not So Important Anymore wipe his blood with a tissue as the train pulled away. Guess he's going to be late for work now.

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Have you ever seen a fight during rush hour?