You will be sitting with a giant man to your left, then a tiny space on your right.
Sometimes, another giant man will claim that tiny space on your right and squish you so bad that you pop up to standing.
Kind of like a zit. Except I didn't land on a mirror.
i'm a white writer. in new york. original, no? i've been blogging since october 2002. this blog picks up in october 2008, when i moved from DC to NY...(and then I moved to Maine in 2012)