Plush lady: whoooo, good morning! How are you doing?
Me: I’m good, and you?
Plush lady: *sits down and spills over onto me* I’m fine chiiiile.
Me: *annoyed look*

Ten minutes later:

Plush Lady: Are you ok?
Me: *gives her the head nod complete with a raised eyebrow signaling ‘yes.’*

I don’t know what it is about the morning, but whatever it is, I don’t like it. I don’t like to be bothered in the morning while I’m riding this slow ass bus that’s going to get me to my destination even later than I’d imagine. Also, sitting down and having the left half of your body encase my right half while almost slapping me in the face with the fat of your arm while you reach for the bell stop does not make a pleasant morning either.