Curled Nose Hairs
I never like to stand on the bus-as there is no good place for a stander to stand. I am fairly short so reaching up for one of the little straps that hang down is completely awkward and if I am in the aisle between seats I feel like I am breathing down others’ necks plus I catch myself peering over to read their book/newspaper. The worst is when you have to stand towards the front of the bus and face directly towards a person sitting and staring directly at you- I mean where are your eyes supposed to go?
Anway, one day I hopped on the bus and noticed a seat that was open in one of the front parallel rows. As I smashed my body into the space I realized why no one was sitting there: not only was it not really a space large enough for my body to fit, but it was overtaken by a large bodied homeless women whose smell made my nose hairs curl. I didn’t want to appear rude (plus I didn’t think it was humanly possible to squeeze back out of the space) and so I continued for the next 16 blocks (yes, I counted) trying to breathe as little as possible.
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