A few days ago, I was forced to take a mid-afternoon bus ride from my office to downtown San Francisco.
I got on the bus at the first stop with only a few other people, chose a seat a good distance away from the other riders, and pulled out my book so as to avoid any eye-contact or unnecessary "moments" that require an awkward smile or acknowledgment of someone else's existence.
At the next stop, a man lumbered down the aisle and sat down directly behind me. He settled into his seat, made sure he was nice and comfortable, and then burped so loudly and with such vehemence that the force of it literally blew my hair so that it brushed against the back of my neck.
Guess he just wanted to share a moment I'd never forget.
And people wonder why I am the way I am...
