why I hate rush hour…
My friends and I never need help finding things to talk about… but we’ve known each other for so long that sometimes we forget to talk about things that are actually important in life. My mother bought me Table Topics
A card came up recently that said: “what’s your biggest pet peeve?” and I had a hard time choosing just one. But rush hour on the D train this morning reminded me: I really really hate it when a person’s hand is loosely latched onto a vertical pole in the subway and they let their hand slide down and touch mine especially when they allow this to happen multiple times… Yuck. Just hold on a little tighter please. I hate touching the pole to begin with - but a strangers hand? No thank you! And to top it all off - I had to watch this man pick his nose for a full 25 minutes…
