Ohhhhhhh the guys who smell of smoke. And alcohol. And sometimes the really fun ones who smell of urine. One of the things I like least about public transit - thank goodness it doesn't happen all that often.

I'm theorizing / pretending to believe that she didn't speak English, because of how thoroughly she failed to react to nekokoban saying "Ohhhhkaaaaaaaay..." after she zipped in and sat down next to me. Which was part of why I went into brain-meltdown mode - I couldn't figure out how to express "That's my friend you just cut off!" in a way that wouldn't look like I was being personally rude to her if she didn't quite understand me.

I'll just have to remember to keep my bag next to me until nekokoban is right there in front of me (with no one else there, too) from now on. :P I usually do that, but today I got caught up in my book and forgot.