hate in my heart

my daily commute consists of riding the 50 damen bus down to catch the 65 grand bus. it takes me far too long getting to work and the bus is always crowded. however, the buses are reasonably reliable and i end up riding with the same people everyday.

even if i get the seat in the back with the extra leg room, i start each day with hate in my heart.

i need to let it out.

there is one person on the bus whom i've never directly interacted with, except one day when i had to sit next to her and our arms touched for 45 minutes - i wanted to punch her in the face.

she's probably my age, has dark brown hair and greasy blond highlights. i don't know if she received the 2002 memo, but - GREASY BLOND HIGHLIGHTS ON DARK BROWN HAIR ARE OVER. she also texts on a phone she keeps in a case the ENTIRE ride down damen. if she chooses to be intellectual for a day, she reads books with nondescript covers, but i can tell they suck because the type face is so big it cannot be for anyone over the age of 14 (that's generous).

please do not assume i am so shallow as to hate her only for these reasons, my hatred stems from a much deeper, socially conscious place. her bus etiquette is horrendous.

she is "that girl" who sits on the outside of a two seater until someone comes and awkwardly stands next to her staring, only for her to swivel sideways so they can maneuver around her. she'll also stow her backpack on the seat next to her while the bus visibly fills to capacity ONLY to move it if someone asks her to. I HATE HER.

the other thing she does is stand in the exit door space and doesn't move when people try to get out, this drives me bonkers. everyday she lumbers over to wait there a few stops before she has to and i have to barrel past her in order to exit before the green light turns off.

i stare her down daily. i think she fears me.

and i love it.

today she exited the same stop i did and trotted down grand street as she's never done before, putting her hand over her face as she passed me by. i watched her walk away, she was aimless.

i've seen her at the grocery store before.

naturally the girl i hate would be my stalker.