That awkward moment when the balding, 50-something year old
man next to you starts crying his eyes out. He leans over and puts his head
between his knees. I look over to see if he is ok. I am not sure what to do. Do
I ask him if he is ok? Do I just keep quiet so I don’t insult his manhood? All I
wanted to do was offer him a tissue and a mint. Don’t ask me why I felt
compelled to give him an Altoid but I thought he might want one. Sugar always
makes me happy so maybe that’s why I wanted to reach for the tin.
His phone went off. It wasn’t on silent. It was like a bomb
sound. I looked at caller ID (Um, how do I not when it’s right there sounding
like a bomb and my book totally does not have my interest anymore?) It said “The
Office”. He didn’t hit ignore. He just let it ring until it went to voicemail.
He then dives back into his knees and starts choking. Ah, HA! I knew I my mints
could come in handy. I start ruffling through my bag and he pops up and gives
me the meanest look possible. I stop rummaging and burry my head in my book and
fake read. FINE buddy! You don’t get a mint and tissues! Not after that look.
I sit and try to now ignore what is going on next to me
until I get off. Of course he gets off at my stop!
Holy awkward!
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