You will not get on the bus, sit across from me, take your brush out of your purse and proceed to rid it of the hair buried in its bristles. Public transportation is tiresome enough; I shouldn't have to ride with a matted, nasty hairball at my feet. I am even less tolerant of this crime when you are so hoochily dressed and possibly not wearing underwear (what is with this apparent trend anyway?) that I resolve never to sit on those particular seats again, for fear of coming into contact with bacteria I'd rather not know about.
Isn't the bus grand?