There was a magic whistler on my bus ride today, one of those hypnotic verbrato whistles, almost felt like i was being seduced by a tropical bird cept it was coming out of the mouth a a 70 year old indian fellow.
I thought it charming as he and i stood on the corner waiting for the bus, but to my surprise he continued to blow his tune while he was comfortably seated inside the bus. At this point his charms fell flat on me, I don't need to be whistled into a trance, i might miss my stop!
i think in general, we need to brush up on our personal space etiquette. i feel like it is coming to the point where i am going to have to wear a tutu around as a reminder of the 2 1/2 ft of space I need from others. whether I'm standing in a line or waiting in an elevator. It alarms me when someone crowds up against me for no reason, my entire focuss is drained into their presence, and gawd help me if i can feel that person's breath, ughh the worst
I'll hold off wearing the tutu for the moment, maybe ill carry a hand fan
instead and just fling my arms back and forth, that should have folks
keeping their distance. happy weekend ya'll, im in the land of texas searching for a mechanical bull that accepts my debit card, gitty up! Yee haw!