Mr. Whipple Wants Two Seats. Sorry, Pal.

On the train, found a two-seater containing a man in the aisle seat and an empty seat next to the window. I say, "excuse me," and the guy gives me a nasty look. I continue to make eye contact with him and finally he gets up. One seat per person, JACK. You don't get to stare me down because you want two seats. 

By the way, he looked like Mr. Whipple from those Charmin commercials of the 70s. That made his indignation even more amusing to me. 

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