Dearest The Ladies Who Are Determined to Chatter on the Bus,
Perhaps your gossipy chat would be more fun for you if there were fewer than six rows of seats between you. Certainly it would be more fun for me, particularly as I am sitting in one of those six rows. Please endeavor to sit nearer each other in the future so as to avoid tempting me to improvise a morning star from a box of Kleenex and an umbrella. Kleenex boxes have very pointy corners. I could do some serious damage. I have not yet been pushed to the point of crafting weapons on the bus. Please don't be the reason I cross that line.
Love,
The
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