My knee was bugging me a lot yesterday, so I took the first option there. 'Get your feet off the seat.'
'I'm sorry- beg pardon?'
'Your foot has to stay on the floor.'
'Odd- I thought that I could leave it on my jacket and keep it off the upholstery- that's how it's been the last 16 years.'
'Get your foot on the floor.'
'Did that policy change?'
'Get your foot off the seat.'
'I've got a bad knee, that's the only reason I have it up. I tore a tendon, and it hurts a hell of a lot less when I keep my leg straight.'
'Get your foot on the floor'
...and so on.
I think he's going to be very annoyed to find that his name was entered into the minutes of the board of directors meeting for the train service, since my boss sits on said board as a community-concerns person.
Little Caltrain man? Little Caltrain man named Lee, who was working on the #85 train, on the 11th of October, and took it upon himself to have the aforementioned conversation with me from Belmont to Hayward Park?
You still are a little man, and you're still without power. So sorry.