There's only one way...

Ok so I'm riding the light rail home yesterday and this beauty queen ran on the train at the last minute. Im pretty sure she was trying to pull a denise richards slow motion as she tossled at her hair. She made her way to one particular seat illuminated by sunlight -probably so she could keep her sunglasses on. she pulled a red apple out of her oversized designer bag and took a big slow bite.
then it occured to me...

where the fuck does this bitch (metaphorically) get off?
I'm barely pressed, if dressed, when I rush out in the morning. I'm eating a triple chocolate muffin leftover from the weekend and sipping on a capri sun. And my sunglasses are still on because I didnt have time to do my make-up.
She's eating an apple like shes on an Abercrombie photo shoot.
But at least I'm not the dogmeat this morning. =D