Most fellow passengers usually do not impinge upon your consciousness for more than a brief moment. When there is some kind of interaction, the effect lasts longer. When the exchange is negative, it becomes hard to forget!
On our return from Delhi on the 8th morning, we were sitting in the aisle and middle seats of the ninth row. We had some cabin luggage stowed above in the locker. Once the plane landed, there was the usual rapid, almost instant filling of the aisle. The plane was going ahead to the Andamans.
When there seemed a large enough gap between my seat and the onslaught of passengers down the aisle, I stood up and retrieved my bag, and was making my way when a man in a cap, carrying two bags, rudely pushed past me. I refuse to be shoved around, and asked him why he was pushing me. He said that if you don't get off in sequence you should wait till all the other passengers get off. Which doesn't seem to be a valid reason to push anyone around.
What a moron. I cursed him under my breath, and moved ahead.
On our way to Delhi we were in the first row, and even then it's difficult to disembark in seat order- there are always people in a terrific hurry who will charge down the passage even before the ramp is near the plane.
Anyway- the SRE caught up with me and we reached the baggage claim belt. Even though it was a short, weekend trip, we had needed to check in one suitcase. The nasty man was on the opposite side. I looked daggers at him, and yet felt annoyed at this negative behaviour of mine.
I sincerely hoped that we would get our luggage before he did, and we actually did! A tiny little vengeance was mine. And it felt good.
(Cheap thrills, said the youngest kid, peering over my shoulder as I write. You bet!)