morning bus

To the young lady wearing the sewage green shirt on the 95 bus @ 8.25am.

I would like for you to know, wearing that and looking unkept first thing in the morning and especially at the very start of the semester without any excuse of finals or papers is a sure recipe for a troubled working life ahead of you. You should read Oprah.com to get some tips about getting ready in the morning.

I really do not appreciate that in a very crowded bus, you shoved your leg, in between mine, to get into a space that really wasn't able to fit someone of normal size, let alone yours! Yes, I know your legs are hairy, even against my stockinged legs.

You scared many people on the bus today, when you so carelessly squeezed through closing doors. And quite dim for holding tight onto railings where the sliding doors would be when they open and shut. Twice.

And finally, please go to a manicurist if you must have long fingernails. Yours are obviously self shaped to look like arrows and in need of soap and water. I know them to be sharp and dirty, because you chose to take hold of the pole where I was unfortunately wedged against and you held the pole right where my face was at.

Thank goodness it is Friday, because I would not know how else I would have survived that 10 minutes of madness being put so intimately near you.