All too often, people lack manners in public settings. I spoke about this regarding public restrooms or the ridic-a-luss caka-phony of sounds that emanate from the back of a bus when all I’m trying to do is chill-ax.
These are issues. Seriously.
All I wanna do is “chill…just settle down…that’s what I wanna do” but ridiculousness just finds me…”like a moth to a flame…”. When it does, I have to vente…and it ain’t got nothin’ to do with Fourbucks. If you are easily offended, perhaps it would be best that you “don’t look any further.” If you’re in the mood to find humor and look past a point of view that might offend, keep reading.
This one day, I’m sitting down on the bus listening to one of my podcasts when all of a sudden, this lady plops down beside me. I’m on a bus; these things happen. This time, it was a real problem…really. “Why?”, you may ask .
You’re asking, aren’t you?…beautiful…”cause it’s all about control…and I’ve got lots of it”. Anyway…
Well, this lady clearly “don’t know much” about space because she imagined (somehow) that we could both fit on that bench comfortably. I am a fairly slender person. She, with all due respect, however, was not…not at all. She was large and in charge and her sitting apparatus was of rather Brobdingnagian proportion (yes, I said it…I said it ’cause I can; get your Wiki on).
1 + 1 = 2 in most cases. Not here…
I realize I’m going to have online Molotov cocktails thrown at me (don’t forget to light the rag…I deserve it) “I can’t help it…if I wanted to…I wouldn’t help it, no”. I’m just relating an experience that I was *not* digging. We all have ’em, right?
Would it have killed her to say “excuse me? rather than trying to embed me into the steel siding of the bus? That would be the courteous thing, no? She even had an attitude that I could have done without. Nothing like rude and juicy. For my part, I didn’t make an issue of anything, even though “suddenly Sey-much more” was sitting beside me.
Another time during the summer, I was on the subway and the same thing happened. I was trying to hold on to my space but, of course, I had the squeeze put on me. Again, I became part of the plastic and became one with the window. Thank you very smoosh. I’m still living with that nightmare. If that’s not enough, the lady behind me was cracking up. It was pretty funny.
Oh well, “That’s life…that’s what all the people say”. “Get ready, get ready” for part 2.