Thanks for sharing
No, ma’am. It wasn’t your facial hair. Nor was it your morbid obesity. These things I can look past.
You didn’t hoard any seats, spit, or litter. I’m pretty sure you flashed a Fast Pass and took your seat, not refusing to move to the back of a crowded coach like so many of your fellow riders.
No, your offense was perhaps more egregious: You treated us all, a peaceful bunch of weekday morning 31-Balboa riders, to an exclusive, VIP performance of … your phone conversation with a friend. Loud and clear, thank you.
It was so wonderfully annoying, really, the way you neglected to shield your loud mouth from us. Otherwise we might not have been privy to all those glorious details of your home and social life.
Unless it’s an emergency, or you can keep it brief and quiet, put your phone away.
Jeff has heard his fair share of excuses.