Well, does any of this sound familiar:
- Are you one of those people who, on a crowded commuter train, takes up two seats by putting all your shit on the seat next to you? Instead of at your feet or on the handy overhead shelf?
- Do you, instead of graciously moving your shit when asked, roll your eyes, sigh heavily, and then look around you for another seat for the seatless commuter, because of course, your St*rb*cks muffin deserves its own tray?
- Are you one of those people who refuse to move to the back of the fucking bus? Do you ignore the vast area of space behind you, preferring instead to marinate in the miasma of BO and halitosis produced by your little cluster of fellow fuckwits on a muggy damp afternoon? Thus forcing passengers who board the bus after you to squeeze past your backpack and sweaty flesh to get to the back for a bit of oxygen that hasn't spent the last twenty minutes in the vicinity of your armpit?
5 comments:
Let me guess.....you had a bad day????
ohhhh....umm....I really did not want to place big knitting bag on the filthy floor of the bus. Sorry......
if only you could figure out how to do your lab work via telecommuting...
Just be greatful you´re not in Madrid now (36 degrees)- getting a metro car with air conditioning is like winning the lottery on some lines. So often by the time you get to work you are really in need of another shower!
Excellent rant! Don't forget the teenagers who put their dirty feet up on the seat next to them, so you are then forced to not just make them move their precious little feet, but then sit in a pile of dirt.
Oh! and for a while there, I had a guy playing a freakin' acoustic guitar, poorly, in the back of the bus every morning. I had to sit way at the front so I couldn't hear him.
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