Bus Encounters Vol. 1: The Wrath of the Claw Clip Lady

I catch the bus every morning and as fate would have it, I have met the rudest woman in America. She wears this hideous clawclip in her hair and her clothes rarely match. She speaks in a tongue I am unfamiliar with and has this blank, bitchy expression tattooed on her face. Kelli and I refer to her

as the "claw clip" lady and the very sight of her makes my blood boil.

She insists on being the first on the bus and will push you aside even when its blatantly obvious that you are lucky #1. Once inside the bus she roams around as she pleases, never says "excuse me" and attempts to squeeze her fat ass into the smallest of areas. So what's a girl to do in this circumstance you ask? The only thing I can do....retaliate and put my foot down. I make it known that I despise her by looking her with annoyance and by saying very loudly "YOU COULD SAY EXCUSE ME" when she tries to get through by pushing. Just so that she knows I'm not going to put up with her BS. I understand that some of us are not morning folk and perhaps we woke up on the wrong side of the bed but don't be rude for the sake of being rude. At first I tried to justify her actions with, "maybe she didn't see me" or "perhaps she and her husband had a falling out this morning" but as time passed I came to the heart wrenching realization that none of the above are true and that she is, in fact, the rudest person I have ever met. It's sad that she doesn't get the common sense rules of bus etiquette.