I've come to terms with cell phones on the bus. Loud personal conversations. Make out sessions, public drinking. Even the application of a full face of makeup, although it is far too personal and indicates a slovenly character. Live and let live, and I'll just judge you with silent, withering scorn and hateful glances.
However, I must speak out about a behavior I witnessed last Wednesday, at 8 a.m., on the way to work.
An otherwise professional looking twenty-something white woman pulled a bottle out of her Coach tote and applied lotion to her legs. All the way up. As in, if we were pricing a half-leg vs. full-leg waxing, this would be the more expensive one.
I'm talking two full palms of Lubriderm, rubbed into calves, knees and thighs. Yes, thighs. Up and over the knees.
What the hell is wrong with this woman? Doesn't she have any sense of privacy? Not to mention, as my friend Baby pointed out, the next person who sits on that seat will get a nasty, greasy surprise on their pants. That stuff stains.
The world is so far gone past not wearing white after Labor Day. I don't even know what to say, except, "Stop doing that! Please!"