Monday, June 2, 2014

Better

It smells like sweaty feet and old ink on the train. Loads of people getting on and there is no reason why it's so busy today unless people simply do not want to drive on a Monday. To be completely honest, who can blame them? I don't want to drive any day: especially Mondays.

There is a lady probably about my age hovering over me. I can feel her eyes staring me down as to why I am not offering up my seat. The reason behind that is an easy one: I don't wanna.

That, and spite because she seems to be making a bigger deal out of it than is necessary. 

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