This morning, as I do every weekday morning, I hopped on the bus and made my way downtown for work. It’s a crappy way to get around but it saves time avoiding traffic and keeps me from paying tons in parking. Whatever. Anyway, I usually have a few things to do to keep me entertained on the ride, however on this unfortunate day, my ipod died the second I walked out of my apartment, and I finished my book at the bus stop waiting for my bus. Damn.

So, after a few minutes of staring off into space and a few minutes of rummaging through my purse I notice the woman sitting in front of me was in the midst of a serious texting-fest. So, I peaked over her shoulder and took up reading.

HORRIBLE IDEA! The conversation went a little something like this (and keep in mind I actually cleaned this up a little.)

Lady in front of me: Sorry about last night
Reply: Don’t worry, I like when you pull my hair…
(Me: what the hell?) Read More »