Around 6:40pm, while leaving a subway train (F/M at 34th St) yesterday during rush hour, the train exit is blocked with incoming crowd, very usual crowd idiotic behavior (sometimes the conductor had to shout 'let the passengers off first' - just not this time).
So I pumped up my energy and break out with force. My left is a lady and possibly a black guy on the right. Thus, I rammed through between them leaning a little away from the lady.
While standing on the waiting platform, the black guy came to me yelling 'Yo Yo Yo, did you say Excuse me?'. I paused the classical music I was listening to, took out my headphones, and in a low and firm tone replied "You have to let people out first, man" and he just frustratingly murmurred ('what the F... you people are thinking...') and walked back to his train.
Though I was ready for him in all circumstances and I support my calm low tone reaction, I was feeling too much anger. I thank God for teaching me the lesson, a lesson that is not obvious but a lesson acknowledged nonetheless.
As much as we hate the disorder, we are to always first ready to love the people, give them an opportunity to turn around, not hate.