March 19, 2007 Today when I was on my way to PS this lady kept leaning against the pole so since she loved to align her butt crack with the pole I helped her a little bit more, by grabbing a few strands of her hair and then lightly resting on her making use of every opportunity of a sligh train jerk. Her son kept holding the bar and half of my hand, most probably instructed by her in an attempt to get rid of my hand from the pole. I don't admit defeat, sorry. All I did was keep shaking my fingers to the tempo of my music and irritate the crap out of the boy too. Stupid boy. I admire the lady, she kept leaning on my hand too, on purpose.