Twisto; my newfound avoidance

So I used to praise Twisto, our transit company for it’s awesomness but I can’t help but take a moment to explain how malcontent I am. Not only are, and every other possible organisation in France, going on strike on Thursday, but since I commute to work using the busses and trams, I sometimes frequent the same people. On old man, namely that is Corisican, likes to sit down next to me and talk to me. It used to be okay and I don’t mind, but then he started asking me personal questions and I totally was freaked out. Not to mention that I was huddled into the corner of the seat trying to stay away from him and he kept getting closer.

Why do I have to be plagued with such horrible demographics of people that find themselves drawn to me?

On a random other note, I need laundry soap; we are in need and I bought it last time. I’m too weak to carry it from the sore, so I’m hoping for some prince charming to lift it for me. Yes I’m weak, yes I’m meak, but I seem to not be too upset about it. At least not today.

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