So I'm taking the train out to Newark to see So You Think You Can Dance in concert. I was able to find a seat on a very packed rush hour train; one of the seats near the front of the car where my seat is about 1 foot from another set of seats facing me. Don't know who designed this configuration, cause I've never seen anyone who could fit all 5 seats. So all of the sudden this lumbering mountain of flab and sweat plops himself down in the seat directly across from me, pinning me against the wall and forcing me to sit sidesaddle. Not only did he never say excuse me but he continued to inch over the entire trip, like a glacier of fat. The only plus in this situation is that now I can say I've seen someone whose neck is like an overstuffed pillow about to rip open. I mean the front of his fricking neck stuck out farther than his chin!
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