Everyday most of us ride at least one elevator and know how cramped and uncomfortable they can be. Some people cringe and close their eyes on long elevator rides, and as soon as those doors begin to open, they lurch forward and out like the devil himself was chasing them. There are other elevator riders who see an elevator is full but somehow figure that they can squeeze in. Read the rest of this entry »
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Hello My Lovelies!! It is another beautiful day in Zamunda ( I am all about the random movie references!) !
By now we all know that I have random, strange and at times hilariously funny encounters with John Q. Public. This is nothing new and true to form I was accosted last night when I and my hubby went to see The Avengers. We were standing in line waiting to be let into the theater and some random “woman” ( Using the term loosely as she was not dressed as a respectable example of our fair sex. She basically had on a pair of shorts that could double for boyshorts underwear from Victoria’s Secret, and dingy tank top and a pair of beat up Chuck Taylors ) walks towards me and promptly and unceremoniously plops herself behind me and there is less than a foot between my backside and her front side ( trying to keep it PG ya’ll). I was sooo uncomfortable and she was sooo close to me that I couldn’t even turn around and say anything to her about it. So, me being me, I looked over to my right at my husband and said loud enough for her and at least the 4 people in our general vicinity to her me, ” What the deuce! Why is this broad so close to me? I mean, I know I am fine and all but dammit she needs to take a good 2 steps back! I don’t know her like that! Hell, I don’t know you like that!” Do you think she moved? Nope, she continued to stand there staring at the back of my head, or whatever she was doing back there ( I was scared to look)! Read the rest of this entry »