PDA Needs to Lose the “P” Before I take an Eye Out
I shoved somebody on the train home last night. Yes, she was much bigger than me, which isn’t hard to do considering I’m 5’1″, and yes, I did it on purpose.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not a violent person. In fact, most of the time, I am entirely against violence in any way, shape or form. But this girl deserved a good shove and I thought sharing my story on m.blog was a good way to find out if my shove was just mildly inappropriate or entirely inappropriate.
Here is a little fun fact about me to preface my story: PDA makes me absolutely just want to throw up everywhere. I don’t know what it is or why, but when someone tries to even touch my hand in public I get all squirmy and uncomfortable. Don’t even get me started about public hugs…
So, last night on the way home from work the train was packed as always and I was squished between a sweaty man talking to himself and a couple. Ugh…I don’t even like the word “couple.”
When I tell you this couple was in a full-body embrace in the middle of a packed train sucking each others faces off, I am not lying for a second. Everyone was watching and, lucky for me, whenever they would take a breath, the girl would whisper sweet nothings in her boyfriend’s ear — and I could hear every damn word. I won’t write it here because you’ll ruin your keyboard with vomit.
After about 10 constant minutes of this, I pulled my bag onto my shoulder, pretended to lose my balance, and I shoved the girl. Hard. She looked at me like I was crazy and I looked back at her the same way. But hey, they stopped!
Life lesson according to me: if you’re totally in love with your significant other, I don’t care. PDA needs to lose the P.
Posted by Brooke
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