It seems I'm a pillow for the jerk next to me. Why do men of great girth ALWAYS sit next to me? It wouldn't be so bad if they splashed on a little bit of Old Spice. This guy smells like week-old bacon.
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Nothing is worse than sitting beside someone who has bathes themself in an ashtray! and those same asswipes need to stop smoking on platforms!!!
It's kind of embarrasing when you slide onto the passenger beside you. It beats the alternative. I've started putting my briefcase in my lap. When it's nap time, I cuddle with it, so that I don't drift into the person beside me.
On my way home, with the stroller, I had to choose whether to sit beside the full bodied lady that was using her extended tummy as a food tray (lots of it) or the large man with the wooden leg. I felt that the leg was safer than the belly.
3 comments:
Nothing is worse than sitting beside someone who has bathes themself in an ashtray! and those same asswipes need to stop smoking on platforms!!!
It's kind of embarrasing when you slide onto the passenger beside you. It beats the alternative. I've started putting my briefcase in my lap. When it's nap time, I cuddle with it, so that I don't drift into the person beside me.
On my way home, with the stroller, I had to choose whether to sit beside the full bodied lady that was using her extended tummy as a food tray (lots of it) or the large man with the wooden leg. I felt that the leg was safer than the belly.
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