4. Early morning commutes When so people travel on one train that they have to bump private spaces, and people still leave their bags in the seat next to them, so you have to ask them “excuse me” even though they are the ones being rude, and then they don’t even look at you (no “oh sorry”, no “sure thing”) as they move their bag to the side so when you sit down you’re still sitting with half your arse on their bag.
5. How chicken nuggets are made. Look it up.
I confess, I do tend to put my bag on the seat beside me on the bus – but I’ll happily move it, and usually before anyone asks once I sense the bus becoming that busy. However, I do like to discourage anyone from sitting next to me as long as possible, as some are just vile: in particular, blokes who think it’s perfectly acceptable to sit with legs akimbo, and pressing up against the entire side of your body cos, y’know, they’re in their seat and that’s just how it is. Urgh.
Your first sentence puts you apart from the ‘woman’ I sat next to this morning. What a rudie.
Public transport, meh! I don’t like those folk either. Ever since my guy told me about a Facebook post and how those chicken products are made, I’ve not touched a single one, nor suspect burgers or schnitzel either
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*sob* I like my food, but not that much…
Agree. Probably BECAUSE you like your food. :-/