"What makes you think that is a relevant question?! Just let me rest my feet here. This is public transportation. If you don't like it you can get up and move, unfortunately for you I'm quite comfortable here." was my barf-bagged reply.
"I just dont want to get my pants dirty, you dingbat."
Dingbat. Great. This scholarly looking man has called me a dingbat and a degenerate punk in the last 2 minutes and 54 seconds. Why do I have to ride on the same train as this uptight baby-boomer. He's upset that ive put my feet on the seats across from me. My un-muddy, size 7.5 feet. Thank God, thank anyone that my stop is next.
"May I sit down?" inquires a roving passenger.
Sure, Im getting up. Have fun with this douchebag.
I kind of feel bad for the guy that just took my seat. I hope he's not in the mood to stretch out.
Once again, I find myself standing in a wet parking lot, looking for a white car with a black hood; previous days, previous weeks. You're all the same.
Situation number 1 : Has kept me pissed off for weeks. Since this is still bothering me, Im somehow fully convinced that there is something seriously wrong with me. Onward and upward I suppose.
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