Act 1) As we enter the Metro car, I notice a woman is sitting in the first seat of a fairly crowded Metro train, in the aisle seat. No one is in the window seat. I make eye contact with her, a clear challenge. Oh, yeah, I'm all over the glaring. To my surprise, she moves. That is, she moves her knees, only, out toward the aisle: the universal symbol for "you can squeeze by me." I squeeze by her, thinking "maybe she's getting off at the next stop." Nope. We travel past half a dozen stops and wind up getting off before her, which means I get to squeeze by her again. WTF, lady?! Do you just crave the feel of strangers awkwardly brushing by you?
Questions du jour (pick any or all):
- What is wrong with people?!
- Does anyone ever play Twister except as an excuse for physical contact?
- Why did our parents buy Twister?!?? What were they thinking?!
- Should bags have an indicator to tell the carrier "Hey!! I'm about to crash into someone!"?
- Is karma real?