Mind your own beeswax …

I love that Sarah and I get to share a portion of our commute together. Whether it be the bus or the subway, it is enjoyable to spend that precious extra time together before going our separate ways to our respective jobs. Sometimes we spend this time talking. Sometimes we read whatever books we may be reading. Sometimes we make out.

We are an affectionate couple. Ok… we are a very affectionate couple. But we aren’t vulgar or obscene. So I was a bit surprised when a woman on the Metro train the other day snidely told us to be “more considerate of the other passengers.”

“Excuse me?” I said looking over Sarah’s shoulder at this harpy sitting behind where we stood.

“You should be more considerate of the other passengers,” she repeated glancing around her as if looking for support.

“All I am doing is showing affection for the woman I love,” I said with a smile on my face, hugging Sarah closer to me.

She mumbled something else about being married and understanding, but continued to cop an attitude and say more stupid things.

“You have a newspaper. Why don’t you read it and mind your own business?” I finally told her.

She rustled her Washington Times and Sarah and I went back to showering each other with affection. A few stops later Ms. Buttinsky slinked off in a huff.