Sauced

Those of you who know me well know that I'm not particularly good at sticking up for myself. Yesterday I had an incident on the bus that just made me have to speak up.

The Scene: Stephanie is sitting on the bus on her way to Andrew's minding her own business. ENTER-3 girls carrying a box of Domino's pizza and a 24 pack of Busch light. Apparently I was sitting in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The Interaction: The overwhelming smell of Domino's veggie-sausage combo pizza begins to overwhelm my sensitive nostrils. Note-this smell in not very appealing. I find myself in the center of a pizza passing circle. First one girl takes out a few slices of pizza and sits them on top of the box. Gross. She then proceeds to drop thus two pieces as the bus goes over a speed bump. The land approximately a half foot from my feet. Already this is too close for comfort, but I keep my mouth shut. Then the girl proceeds to pass the pizza over me to her friend. I am wearing a brand new red dress and in opinion I am having a cute day. I let this one slide. Then the girl who receives the pizza passes a slice back to her mate. A splash of sauce lands on my shoe. My new shoe. This is enough.

I really don't want to sound like a bitch, but I'm kind of in a lose-lose situation here. So I speak up, "Can you please stop passing the pizza over me. You have kind of sauced my shoe". The three girls look down at my shoe. It indeed is sauced. With no napkin in sight I reach down and gently flick the sauce as far away from my appendeges as possible. Thankfully all three girls apologized and immediatly stopped passing the pizza. In awkward silence follows. Thank god my stop is the next one and I'm able to make my exit promptly.

To all CTA-goers: Please don't pass pizza while in motion. Keep all hands, arms, objects and boxes in your lap at all times.