this is why you can't bring me out in public.

on the bus, watching it swerve slightly as it switched lanes. i found myself eating my own words as i cautioned steph about how the bus was swerving, only to lose balance myself, stumble, spin, and fall directly into some stranger's lap.

nervous laughter as i extricate myself from that position of sitting on someone's lap.

aiyoh. just call me legally bodoh.