Except in dire circumstances... In the spirit of making fun of everyone else, I suppose I should to be fair... let me explain.
So I ran for the bus. Practically a sin because a real woman should only run when intentionally exercising! What else could be that pressing? Well, it was a code red - i.e. I would've been lost and stranded in Roxbury. After failed attempts to convince the bus driver to let me on at 3 unofficial bus stops, he finally opened the door (out of respect for my determination) and mildly lectured me on not paying attention to the boarding call - Sir! Your bus was NOT properly labeled!! Then the man sitting on the upper level of seating, leaning forward like he had something seriously important to say like "good run," decided it was a good time to point out that one of my braids was, well, on my seat. (Sidenote: the hair I'm rocking this summer is not realllly mine, it probably came from a religious sacrifice in India (seriously, see Black Hair). Nonetheless, I'm enjoying the freedom of not having to "do" it.) Sigh. I didn't really want to know that. But thanks for being thoughtful...? Humidity can't touch me 'cause "long hair don't care!" but it does get awkwardly silent when someone points out a man down situation. As if running for the bus was not embarrassing enough...
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