November 14, 2008
butt-harassed
It was funny seeing the woman sitting in front of me jerked when the man standing next to him bent down and forced his butt into her arm. The guy must have an insensitive butt, not feeling that he had bumped into the woman quite noticeably. After a few smirks to myself, I closed my eyes and rested for a bit a few more stops before time for me to get off. Then I suddenly jerked and woke up, with a familiarity of witnessing what I just saw a moment ago. I was also attacked by the butt-man. He was forced to move down the aisle while I had my eyes closed and half unconscious. The bus stopped, and people were getting out, so he bent down to move his backpack, and bumped his butt into me noticeably. Then again, again, and again. He's a weird guy, I thought. How can he not feel the sensation of sticking his ass up against someone? Or maybe where ever he's from, it's an act of friendliness to stick your butt into someone without the need to feel embarassed or the need to apologize. I was butt-harassed four times this morning. Hello to you too, where ever you're from, butt-man.
