It all began when I attempted to board the train and was squeezed out by a couple who were rushing to get seats. I hate non-commuters.
It continued with the woman behind me who rammed her child's stroller in to the backs of my heels. Not once, not twice, but three times. I was fuming. Absolutely steaming.
I hate non-commuters.
As the train filled up at the next station, a woman in a long, white, puffy coat took a standing room only spot right beside me. That sounds fine, right? Wrong. Her ass was pressed against my shoulder. And to make matters worse, she kept shifting from foot to foot, rubbing her bum - which I will add felt quite firm - back and forth in the process.
I hate non-commuters.
I looked up from my book straight in to the big, beautiful eyes of the child that was no longer occupying the offending stroller. With a six toothed smile, all was instantly forgiven. The thoughts of a nice, juicy, phlegm filled cough aimed in the general direction of her four year-old were erased.
I love babies.
Elsie P
PS - As I was lost in those baby-browns - haha - I noticed a few guys in their mid twenties staring wistfully at my shoulder.
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