I would like to say thank you to a couple of people that have passed thru my life
The ladies on the 7:00 AM train almost every morning that feel the need to talk too loud that everyone on the train can hear them (interesting part; its not the same ladies every day, sometime its even men). I mean are you fucking kidding me?!?!?! Geez its 7:00 in the morning first I don’t need to hear anyone I’m still trying to wake up and second who give a shit that some girl called your house and tried to talk to you man and you were like “oh no you didn’t and I gave her a piece of my mind cause you know I don’t play that shit”
To the assholes that try to get a free feel on the morning or afternoon train ride. I can’t stress this enough how disgusting and repulsed I am by men that try to do this. I have honestly never had this done to me directly (however this one time I was sitting on the train read my book and I look at the man sitting across from me and doing what you may ask under his big ass shirt like no one will notice….jerking off…….motherfucker I almost puked) but I’ve seen woman scream and yell and slap man for doing this. To all the men; Understand that NO woman wants to feel your dick on her while trying to get home/work. It’s stressful enough going to work or coming home after a long day than having to dodge you. The best are the assholes that think that we won’t notice if the train is crowded enough. OF COURSE WE WILL NOTICE. Anything that touches us we notice, don’t play dumb like you have no idea why we’re looking at you when we turn around and give you a hard look that says “this is a warning, next up is I will punch you so hard that you’ll never have use for that shit again”
The summer months on trains are always the best. You go from hot weather to really cold in all the trains or if you’re really lucky a very hot and sticky train. It makes the train ride so much better when puddles of sweat form on the floor. All this would be somehow tolerable and acceptable if it wasn’t for the asses that don’t bother with deodorant. I realize that the economy is hard and people don’t always have money but for the love that all human please budget in deodorant especially during the summer months. Do people not realize how bad it is when someone raises their hand to hold on and suddenly you feel very weak in the knees and pray “dear mother of God please don’t let me die from this”.
Thank you to the tourists that roam my street where I work. I work in a very “touristy” block and it’s constantly crowded. I understand these visitors are brining in money to my state but when I’m trying to walk to the train and it takes me 5 minutes to walk a block I just want them to GO AWAY!!! It’s one thing for them to be around it’s another with the constant of taking pictures of every building they pass by (seriously people have you not seen a building before, you see one you’ve seen them all), to stop right in the middle of the street so that I am left with no choice but to totally head to your back bump you and the crème de la crème when I’m standing in front of my working building and get dirty looks like “hello move I want to take a picture”. Really…fuck off this is where I work and on top of dealing with all the shit at work I don’t need your shit on top of it.
And last thank you to my kids and of course my husband. I love coming home and before I’ve had a chance to take off my shoes, coat and whatever else I have depending on the weather my little lovelies have totally bombarded my with question of; Can I have this? Can I do this? Mom, mom so today in school this….,; Mom, mom so when I was watching TV Sponge Bob did (then proceed to show me) and all I want to do is take off whatever I have on and go pee. I’ve tried to asked them to let me do that first but of course this is followed by ok no problem and they proceed to follow me throughout the house until they tell me everything. Please understand I LOVE MY KIDS and they mean the world to me and I wouldn’t change that for the world BUT sometimes I just want to pee without anyone banging on the door asking if they could have a juice box, snack, or anything else. Why am I thanking my husband you say; because as soon as I get home he’s like Oh Thank God you’re home I going to go take a nap I AM SO EXHAUSTED and he’s done while I wrestle with the kiddies and my clothes.
There are more people that I want to thank but I’ll leave that for next time.