Oh, hello, Lady on the bus who I recognize.
Yes I remember you.
You were the one hogging 2 seats on the extremely crowded 7pm Friday evening 720 Rapid to Fairfax/ Wilshire not 2 weeks ago. I never forget a (psycho) face. Yes, your hair might have been different; greasier and with that truly terrible Olivia Newton John "physical" head band, but I also recognize that knapsack. The one that was taking up a perfectly usable seat while you worked furiously on some macrame/pot holder/poorly knitted scarf. I really couldn't guess what the Hell you were making.
Anyways.
You suck the big one, Lady. The way you have been forced to sit this morning, with your knapsack on your lap or the floor, is just proper
mass transit etiquette,
you wrinkled old hippie. I'm sure we, and your rudeness, shall meet again. I look forward to glaring at you the entire trip like an equally crazy person.
(Or perhaps not if you've got those damn metal knitting needles with you...)
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