Things left on empty seats on public transporation — they try to save the seat for someone by staring at other passengers with a telepathic message “It’s t-a-k-e-n”.
And that special someone is usually not me.
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Things left on empty seats on public transporation — they try to save the seat for someone by staring at other passengers with a telepathic message “It’s t-a-k-e-n”.
And that special someone is usually not me.