I love those moments. It’s like seeing a book recommend a person. I’m still not going to talk to you, but I feel like if I did, we could maybe be pals.

I once had a dude PUSH MY BOOK DOWN because I wasn’t giving him my undivided attention while he was hitting on me. Luckily, a split second before I chewed him out, the older woman next to me when “HANDS TO YOURSELF, SIR.” That lady was so fierce, he got all embarrassed and moved to another seat, mumbling about what…

ANYONE? Wow. She can only be described as a woman with very discriminating tastes, yes?