✡ This is what happened to me this morning:
- I get on the bus and that same lady who douses herself in lavender perfume get on and sits in front of me. To prevent my self from puking on her, I move to the back of the bus.
- In my new smell free – yeah right – seat, I am sat next to by a large man who smells like an ashtray. He proceedes to open his newspaper. Let me get this straight, you are obese, so why not smoke too, while you are at it, great idea. Then you have the nerve to occlude half my reading view with your newspaper? I had to get up and move. The smell of the smoke, plush is ample flesh squishing me into my seat accompanied by the occasional poke near the eye with the corner of his paper were too much. I would rather stand.
I got to work, got my coffee, and shut my door. Ah peace and quiet.