Bus Report #710
A crowded 22 Fillmore bus, around 5:30 PM.
A woman from the back of the bus starts making her way forward, saying, "Excuse me, excuse me, coming through, hey, I know I'm big but not even a skinny person could get past you."
I look back at her, and smile. Because she's right - you'd have to be as thin as a ruler to squeeze past the folks knotted in the aisle.
She slips in to the seat in front of me next to her friend. She says to her friend, "And I mean, I used to be a size 18 but check me out now, I'm a 14!"
And her friend nods and says something I don't catch, and I'm still smiling, and she turns around and catches my eyes, and I give her a thumbs' up.
A woman from the back of the bus starts making her way forward, saying, "Excuse me, excuse me, coming through, hey, I know I'm big but not even a skinny person could get past you."
I look back at her, and smile. Because she's right - you'd have to be as thin as a ruler to squeeze past the folks knotted in the aisle.
She slips in to the seat in front of me next to her friend. She says to her friend, "And I mean, I used to be a size 18 but check me out now, I'm a 14!"
And her friend nods and says something I don't catch, and I'm still smiling, and she turns around and catches my eyes, and I give her a thumbs' up.
posted by Rachel at 9:27 AM
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