Get that look off your face
Oh, I was so crabby on my commute in this morning. My shirt is too warm for the weather, the bus was about 14 hours late and then the guy I sat next to smelled bad, the yellow line was leaving right as I ran down the steps of the metro so I had to take the out-of-the-way blue line, which was filled with children taking up all the seats, and I was making these horrible faces that I think back to now and am embarrassed about. Yes, I know I was having a bad commute, but that is no excuse to subject those poor tourists to my hideously twisted features and melodramatic sighs. Is that any way to represent our nation's capital?
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"Is that any way to represent our nation’s capital?"
Have you read the papers lately about what our nation's capital is like?
I'd vote an emphatic yes.
I was making hideous faces, almost crying, on my commute home last night. Everyone was packed in the subway train like beans in a can, wilting from the heat. I was squished against a girl with a very low tank top with the absolute biggest, most hideous moles on her back that I had ever seen. They looked like meatballs, and they were right next to my face and I was trapped. I kept thanking the lord that I wore my glasses yesterday, so my eyes would be protected in case the train jostled me.
That's the most disgusting thing I've read in a long time, thanks.
"Is that any way to represent our nations capital?"
Freckles would be so disappointed in you. At least she went on ahead with pure notions of what it must be like. Not traumatized like the poor schoolkids who inadvertantly saw a monkey on the bus.
Come to think of it, the best way to represent the nation's capital would be to knock them down, take their money, give them back 60% of it, and then demand they thank you for it.