Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tonight when i got on the tram a man went "pft" (or "pfft") in my hair. It was such a forceful "pft' that my hair actually fluffed and moved as if a fan had been placed right behind my head. The next time someone aggressively "pfts" in my hair I'm going to turn around, stand on a chair and "pft" right back onto his mean balding head (as it was in this case). The tram was late, packed, the middle doors wouldn't open, and if that isn't bad enough you had to go "pft" on me. Jerk. Thank god for bikes.