Last Monday on my way home, I was unfortunate enough to ride beside a man who can’t sit still. He kept wriggling and checking his wallet, which he placed at his back pocket, as most men are wont to do. The ride was already uncomfortable with us four passengers squeezed together in the middleseat without him wriggling about like a big fat worm. I don’t know why he kept checking his pockets, it’s not as if there were people inside the FX interested in his coins. Not content with wriggling, he had to squeeze himself in so that he can rest his back on the backrest. I was already hunched besided him. Some people are just so grrrr….
Passenger Talesstories about my experiences as a traveler and passenger
