well after 24 hours commute-free, I am now sitting in one of the crammed end seats... it would've been fine if it was just me and the other woman (slim, nicely dressed, no perfume)....
but no.
a pregnant korean girl holding 4 huge bags - one of which is filled with the "lovely" odor of kim chee (i swear to you) another that just frigging spilled some weird ass bunch of vegetables (bok choi maybe? I have no idea EXCEPT to notice that said vegetables have fallen into my lap... yes. on my pink coat.)
now preggy is eating something... roll with mustard and onions AND smacking her lips with each chew...
also balancing tea on her leg (wanna place bets I will be getting 3rd degree green tea burns?)
only've been on the train 10 minutes.
good she's getting off at woodbridge...
never have liked the smell of... oh for the love of all things holy she just brushed crumbs off her stomach and onto me!
as I was saying i've never liked the smell of kim chee.
I don't even think she's pregnant... baggy clothes. we'll see... I was going a little easy on her for being "with child".... .maybe she's hiding more vegetables in there.
at least the other woman got off at secaucus... that may have had something to do with the shutter noise my treo made when I snapped their photo (didn't realize the sound was on)
and i'm gonna sound terrible but why do foreigners feel the need to yell on the phone even louder than the regular jackasses?
mother of... she just threw more crumbs on me.........
apparently, i am sitting all wrong in the seats.... perhaps i'd be more comfortable like this fellow:
::: plunked in on my treO:::
