Everyone is packed like sardines..I'm trying not 2 get annoyed. It's common sense that the train is crowded and these humans are not touching me on purpose. What is the point of getting upset, right? HA!
This broad is standing beside me. Rather than hold onto the pole above her head..she has her arm across my chest and is holding the pole near me. I glare at her. She looks intimidated but doesn't move and turns her head in the opposite direction HMPH! Childish, evil me, smiling in my mind...every jerk the train takes I throw my full weight against her arm. She stands firm..So now I'm thinking oh "ur a bold bitch aye?" I hold onto the pole above her head and knock her in the forehead every time the train jerks in addition to throwing my weight on her arm. She's getting pissed. I can tell by the flare of her nostrils but she's not moving. HMPH!
I only have on 3 inch heels so I don't NEED a seat..but the gentleman in front of me gets up..she rushes 4 the seat..I look at her as I slide my sexy, slim, ass into the seat. Raphael Sadiq sings in my ear "Just give me all ur lovin". I smile cheekily thinking, "Stand bitch! Next time have proper rush hour etiquette!"
*ding dong* thank u 4 riding the MTA..
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