on the 6:26pm train to long branch and APPARENTLY I am sitting next to someone who has the unique ability to expand like a blowfish... while reading his Daily News (and crossing the personal space line) his arms are growing... as if he's taken 'roids and/or is the Incredible Hulk (sans torn clothing)... at the moment I have the effing Rush & Molloy page resting on my purse... is this MY paper? god no.
so my bicep (which is no scrawny anorexic one... neither is it a jason giambi sized monstrosity) is having a flex war in the three-seater here (i guarantee that Middle Blowfish Guy is not having issues with the guy on the aisle because A) he's a man and B) that go against some sort of homophobic line most likely...
so I sit here... I started out with slight flexing now i've resorted to the annoyed-you'd-better-get-back-in-your-allotted-space cough.
Aisle Guy just moved 2 rows up... freeing my pinned arm and consequently changing the Blowfish's title now to Aisle Jackass Who's Chomping Juicy Fruit With His Mouth Open...
yeah, I am sure my "friend" is mentally calling me Pepto Bismol Coat Fat Arm Flexor.... whatever...
it's only monday and train rage looms.... *sigh*
::: plunked in on my treO:::
