World of Suck

We have a shuttle bus that takes us to our parking lot at work. It is frequently on the fritz and we get a mini-van in its place. A co-worker was waiting patiently when I came down to wait. Another co-worker was waiting outside. Just as the van pulls up another co-worker comes down. Typically, the first person waiting getting first choice. The last person to come down quickly jumps in the coveted front seat, leaving the three of use to decide who will crawl into the sorry excuse for a seat stuffed in the rear of all mini-vans.

Here's the rub - little miss front seat grabber is half the age of the rest of us and she looks like she could put her legs behind her head in one stroke. Thankfully, one of my other 40-something co-workers was willing to crawl in the way back or the van. I was about to say something to her as he volunteered - something to the effect of "Where's your manners?".

Personally, I would rather walk the 10 minutes and cross a busy road Frogger style - than attempt to get in that way back seat. If I ever did attempt to get in that space they call a "seat", I'm sure they would need the jaws of life to get me out 'cause the old knees just don't work they way they used to - the way they did when I was little miss front seat grabber's age.