Eye Roller

I get on the bus at 7:30 this morning to go to work. It’s a little later than usual because I went for a morning jog. Jogging on a treadmill is a buster ass way to start the day but it’s even more buster to walk around jiggling like a pile of sandwich meats so you’ve got to work out every once in a while.

I look around the bus and seating is limited. If the 136 bus was a dance club then its hot hours would be between 7 – 8:30. Place is bumping during that time slot.

The only seats available are buffer seats. “Buffer seats” are the seats that are intentionally left empty in order to give the people next to them extra shoulder room. It’s a buster ass move to take buffer seats but it’s even more buster to stand.

I sit down and can tell the next to me is pissed off about losing his extra shoulder space. I look across the aisle at another guy who’s taking a buffer seat. We share glances and it’s clear we both feel as buster as humanly possible. However, as he sits down the woman next to him rolls her eyes and makes a big production of moving over for him. Buster ass move. Lady, it’s not like he farted on your leg or something; scoot over and make room for the guy. You’re acting like you deserve extra shoulder space because you got on the bus a few stops before we did. It’s a crowded bus; if you want to stretch out and have plenty of room for that buster ass cat sweater you’re wearing then take a cab to work. Otherwise, put the eye rolls away.

Eye Roller is buster. Keep coming back.