Furniture

Daffy woman sitting across from me thinks I am a footstool. After moving around and avoiding her subtley, I finally made a big production about rotating my hips away and my legs away from hers. 

She seemed to get the hint, but not really.

She is wearing purple scrubs and has a cluster of large roses tattooed across her chest. She is failing to to divine simple space logic here, so I pity anyone who may get a needle in the arm from her someday.

The guy across from me looks like a cross between Jim Parsons and Michael Keaton. It's fascinating.