Oh, it's just a lunchbox!

Today, before work, I had a task, a rather simple task, buy a lunch box.  I know your saying that’s easy but have you seen the array of lunch boxes on offer these days.  We are not talking plastic box with removable drink bottle, which doubles as a cooler.  These you beaut lunch boxes come with three separate compartments as well as two egg shaped cylinders that you can put fruit and yogurt, with its screw top lid.

To my shame it took me 20 minutes to pick a lunch box and as I was walking to the office with the worst case of cognitive dissidence over the purchase of a lunchbox, it puts me to shame.

I know what you are thinking, “Which lunchbox did she choose?”

So I have provided a picture of my purchase, the simply amazing lunchbox!

 

Though I did refrain from buying the little case it could have nestled in, to keep the food cool and fresh, heaven forbid.

I look at it sitting on my desk and wonder how many children lose pieces of this lunchbox in the first week of school.

Come on guys! This is bus etiquette

I don’t know about where you live but here there is what is called ‘bus etiquette’ the rules that govern the usage of buses.

Yes I know what you’re thinking, this is rather officious but it’s true.

So yesterday when someone breaks the rules of bus etiquette, well it was just not right!

Let me tell you the situation and you can make your own judgement.

Crowded bus, I have a seat next to the isle and many people are standing up, though I am not sure I would exactly call the bus packed.  The person sitting next to me indicated he wanted to get off but as there were people standing I couldn’t just swing my legs around so he could squish past, I needed to stand up so he could get out.

Now the rules go, when you stand up so that someone can get out, you are then the first person to get the window seat, if you so wish.  Now having the window seat can be a coup because if you have ever had to sit next to an overweight person, tall man with long legs that he has to spread wide (don’t ask me why but they just seem too.) or a girl that feels her bag needs its own, very special space on the seat, a little like Elle’s dog Bruiser in Legally Blonde, you will know what I mean.  You get less than your half of the seat and you are kind of ‘hanging off’ the seat, delicately positioned so that with any lurch or turn of the corner you will not fall off the seat into the isle.

Ok back to the faux pas, so I have stood up to give the gentleman enough room to get out and get to the door of the bus to alight.  As he mauver’s past me this guy in hmm mid 20’s takes my seat the one that was supposed to be mine next to the window.  I know what the heck! And did I happen to mention the 4 women all standing up.  I am all for equal opportunities, but don’t take my seat buster!  Oh yeah the old, open legs coz I have this huge backpack and so I’m hanging off the seat.  He did, at least have the manners to look remotely ashamed, not ashamed enough to give me back my window seat or offer his seat to one of the ladies standing up.

So to quote a story I saw in the paper this week,
‘Come on guys, where are your manners!’