shaine

i absolutely love when people who normally take up two seats on the bus decide to sit right next to me holding a big cup of boiling coffee, squishing into me, smelling like they should have showered two days ago and washed their hat six months ago and smiling at me as their eyes say "oh, do you mind?". well its not like i have a choice, but thanks for being polite. and then i get to spend twenty minutes staring at their open cup of coffee, which is still too hot to drink, closing my eyes every time the bus driver decides that, yes, he can make it over that huge pile of snow right near the sidewalk without tipping the bus over, and imagining to myself what i would look like with a scalded face.