The C.O.R.E.

Packed like sardines in a metal can full of pain juice. No words to describe the misery of the lady who took a seat that she clearly didn’t want to take – it was tight. There was even more misery in the eyes of the person (lady #2) she sat next to as lady #2 is got squished (lady #1 is kinda large). Rules of Ride were broken as Lady #2 made eye contact with me, her eyes screaming “help me!” Since I left my euthanizer at home in fear that I might use on myself, I just looked away, ashamed, I couldn’t help someone who desperately needed it.