I saddled into an interior seat, as the money seats were all taken.
The biggest mistake I made was that I was packed in a bench seat next to a molester.
Yup, a molester. Just my luck.
At first I thought it was my seatmate's bag grazing my upper leg, as 1/2 of it was draped on my lap.
Nope, not a bag.
Not a bag at all.
I looked up and reached for what was my saving grace, the call bell. I got off the trolly and vowed I would never get back on one again. Chester, the trolly molester, I know who you are and I'm coming after you. This time with a tazer.
- Typed on iPhone , sorry for iMistakes