just stand still already, or: my patented brand of bitchery

this morning the shuttle was incredibly crowded. i don't know what the deal was--i guess some hopkins undergrads at homewood decided they wanted to see what "real" baltimore was like. i'll watch the news later for reports of dead 19 year olds. whatever the reason, i barely got onto the shuttle even though i was only the seventh person in line. the guy that was in front of me in line, a man i see all the time sweating his fat ass off at the gym (i promise, i'm drinking my coffee as we speak), was a mover. you know the kind of guy i mean--even though he's just standing in line he's on the move. back and forth, front and back. move move move. twitch twitch twitch. i'm not the nicest person in the morning, and watching this man flop himself around the bus stop like he was in competitive ballroom dancing nearly made me scream.

we got onto the bus and were literally packed in like sardines or mexicans in the trunk of a car illegally crossing the border. let's just say it was crowded. the twitchy man was standing right behind me on the packed bus--and continued moving around. it wasn't movement that the bus caused, oh no. we'd be stopped at a light and i'd feel the man bumping into me. getting a little too friendly. was he just excited to get to work? did he need to pee? who knows. i wanted to turn around and scream, "JUST STAND STILL, ALREADY!" i got off the bus just in time.