Men in Suits

Now I'm not talking about those thinking omg, omg, OMG on their wedding day, neither those being reflective at a funeral, nor those in the Royal enclosure at Ascot wondering how on earth they ended up in top hat and tails on a 29 degree celsius day in June!
I'm talking about those city men in suits, those dodgy suits standing in bars eyeing up women half their age, if not more. The ones on the tube that wouldn't give you a seat if you had a broken leg, one arm, were pregnant and had to hang off the hand rail! Those very same ones that stand right in the middle of where the tube doors will open on the platform, waiting to throw children and little older folks out the way to get a seat!
Well all I can say is watch out for this woman! Managed to get my own back, in my own special way of course... when the doors opened and the suit barge was about to happen, I politely said "excuse me, let me off the train first". And guess what, you guessed it, barge about to take place anyway, so I take my 3 and a half inch heels, plunge my full body weight on to his, what looked like extremely soft expensive leather covered instep, smiled sweetly and said "next time, wait mister". The woman behind me grinned and said "have to remember that one"! The poor suits eyes nearly ran over, bottom lipped atrembled and I bet you he will never do that again!!