Got on the train and immediately began to search for the culprit that had the car smelling like a litter box; quickly identified the offending party and ran in the opposite direction, post haste.
Left the train on the verge of a fatal lung explosion only to have my theory proven that eye contact on Marta is interpreted as a marriage proposal. Another dreadfully close case of Marta-style molestation.
- August, 2009
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