Well, this morning was one of those mornings you wish you could drive to work.
I was sitting at the end seat near the door and a man came on and stand next to me.
Every so often he would lean over on me, and I would gently push him off me. (Now since my father past away I cannot tolerate the smell of cigarette.) This man also smell of stale cigarette smoke, so I raise my hand to cover my nose and he hit me. I took a deep breath and say a prayer.
I hop the rest of my day gets better.
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