Note to all public transportation users in the D.C. metro area: that solid, albeit boney object that your elbow/bag/foot/arm/entire side of your body is repeatedly hitting, is ME. Yes, allowances are made in tight quarters at rush hour. The personal bubble area is significantly smaller, occasional bumps and bruised toes are the norm. But when you consistently hit someone, keep your deadweight arm on their lap for an ENTIRE bus ride, something is wrong.
And while we are at it, as I continue inching myself away from you, trying to meld into the window to get you out of my bubble, do NOT follow me. I'm doing it to get away from you, not to give you more room.
But on the upside, my morning bus driver gave everyone a peppermint this morning. City life isn't all bad.
One more week until Christmas. Four more days to home...
Hey Bonnie, Now you know us fat people need more room then you skinny people do. Just Grin and Bear it..(HAHA) Your mom says you need to get a drivers license and move back closer to her and you wouldn't have this problem. Her words not mine. Have a safe trip home! Love you, Aunt Amee
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