Geez louise, I wish I was as old as you so that I could possess the same amount of entitlement that you seemed to have as you hissed at me "Did you see my feet?" as I tried to squeeze into that tiny space of seat next to you during rush hour. I know that I mumbled a quick 'I'm sorry' but for real? I'm sharing breathing space and my butt is being touched by the kid's comic book behind me, so please forgive me for grazing- for that's what it was, a graze- your foot a few evenings ago. If somehow, it did however cause your arthritis in your big toe to flare up to abnormal proportions, I really indeed am sorry and advise a hot bath, an advil and a healthy dose of nagging heaped upon your grandchildren.
Coridially,
Jessika
