urbanblitz

Okay, my biggest pet peeve is personal space. I was on the train and this lady, who was twice my size, decided that she was going to try to squeeze into the middle seat next to me. Dude! If you don’t fit, please don’t try. Eventually, she wedged herself in between this guy and me. And she had the nerve to lean back. It was pretty bad when she starts slide towards my end, when the train pulls into the station. Thank god, she got off in 5 stops.

This personal space issue, actually runs in the family. It’s one of my mum’s pet peeves. Sometimes, when I’m feeling kind of goofey, I like to stand behind her while she read her newspaper or I would sit down and stare at her. Within 30 seconds, she laughs, and tells me to go away. It so much fun tormenting my mum. It’s my only purpose in life, because she didn’t produce any siblings for me to play with. So guess what, she’s stuck with lil ‘ol me.

*smirking wabbit*