I’m travelling through the human sewers (the Subway) and it’s not entirely busy – the kind of half-busy where there are seats available but nobody wants to scoot inbetween people.
Despite this expanse of space, a woman decided that invading my personal space by standing excruciatingly close to me was the best place to be.
We’re talking close for no reason. Her back grazing my belly at every lurch. The part in her hair (thankfully clean scalp) just inches from my eyes.
This was just 24 hrs from coming back from a nice restful vacation. She was definitely killing my calm buzz.
So I rested my book on her head.
She turned and looked at me like I just materialized from nowhere. And moved.
I love my new LA Attitude!
2 thoughts on “My New L.A. Attitude”
I would have just farted, but, I think I like your solution better.
I thought I saw you on the Yonge line today… 4:45 p.m. or so… but no.
Coming home from the dentist (southbound, Yonge line, 6:40 p.m.) there was a very hot guy… the kind that, at first glance, could be gay… and for a moment I thought he was cruising me… until I realized it wasn’t me he was looking at, but rather the green- fishnet-stocking’d legs of some tramp sitting in the diagonal line between us. Fack.