You know the one where you pull out the bottle of nail polish on the train which causes me to ask you to put it away because it smells noxious which results in you putting it away but repeatedly spreading your fingers & looking at the unfinished nails & then me. Yeah, that one.
BITCH!
Wait. What?
She acquiesced and put it away, and you’re STILL calling her a bitch?
For wishfully glancing at her half finished nails?
Wow, tough crowd!
Are you sure this isn’t because you said she looks like dogshit when she wakes up in the morning?
I’ve never noticed nail polish to have a smell… remover on the other hand…
The OP evidently did not appreciate the reproachful glances of Ms. Nails.
I still fondly remember the acetone stench when a woman seated nearby on my commercial flight decided to have a lengthy session with her nail polish remover (stopped eventually by the flight attendant).
Morons is morons.
Glancing at nails & then at me was very passive-aggressive, which is BS for voluntarily doing that in a public place with a semi-captive audience. The first of my senses to notice it was smell, not sight.
I had someone try this on a plane. Fortunately the flight attendant shut her down quickly.
What about the idiot who dropped a bottle of polish in front of my cash register counter while I was away and didn’t tell anyone? I come back to a mass of hardening purple polish with a horrible smell.
That passive aggressive glancing was burning your skin was it? How dare she? You’re right, what a bitch!
Um, no. A bitch would have told you to pound sand, and continued on. So I don’t think a woman who ceases when requested qualifies as a bitch.
(And I’m in full agreement that this ought not be a public space activity!)
See, if you had been in Jersey, she would have been able to fnish her nails while she was getting gas.
Actually, it was an NJTransit (NE Corridor) train.
Yeah, but she was clearly from PA.
Getting on in Metropark???
Naturally! Metropark is a known hangout for inconsiderate Pennsylvanians.
I first thought this was a brewing catfight between two high maintenance divas until I saw the OP’s name.
Sexist.
Your last name Usher, bitch?
Wow, she really got to you. You could have just ignored her, but I bet you were keeping any eye out in case she decided to whip out her nail polish again.
Wow, someone was able to get a noxious liquid chemical past TSA?
I thinks, its more like “She’s really into you”.
That glaring, that “repeatedly spreading your fingers & looking at the unfinished nails & then me” - that’s her showing that she wants - no, she NEEDS - a dominant man in her life; someone to tell her when personal grooming is appropriate and when it is not.
Seems like Spiderman is her guy.