The backpacks thing is silly. They don't get seats: simple. On your lap, on the ground, or slung around your back whilst you stand. Watching that old lady completely ream you for like two minutes while you cowered in shame almost made my morning.
Which brings me to eyes. A girl got on wearing one of my favorite outfits: jeans tucked into boots. She has a pleasing form, and a fairly nice butt. Now, being morning I have no tact, manners or couth, so yeah, I was staring at it.
What I didn't know is the entire time I was looking at her profile rump, she was staring eyes locked on my eyes. When I looked up, her facial expression only made one change: her eyebrows lifted.
Busted! I know, I have a phone I can look at instead! :-)
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