Stories from the Skytrain:

Woohoo! Got a seat, didn't have to wait to dash into the seat the second a persons ass has left it to get off the train. So psyched.

An older lady gets on *sigh* I get up and give her my seat. The skytrain's so full though that I have to hold onto the bar behind her head.

"Excuse me" she said, "you have something on your pants", pointing to my zipper. I look down and nope, my zippers up and my pants are spot free. "No there" she says and points to my bellybutton ring. I say "Oh that's just my bellybutton ring". She gets this look of horror on her face and looks away.

Several stops later I turn to let someone by me and I hear "Excuse me, you have pen on your back". "Oh" I reply, "that is my tattoo".

She gives me an up and down look, and from where she's sitting it's a long way to look up and says, "Someone your size really shouldn't do that to themselves," she gets up out of the seat and moves farther down the train.

Now I'm not a small person, I acknowledge that, but hadn't she heard that if you don't have anything good to say don't say it?

Oh well, at least I got the seat for the next few stops. Woohoo! No more standing!