Wednesday, March 11, 2009

It's sad when crap gets more space than you.



All this baby crap, got more space than I did. This little old lady with brown hair had her seat all the way back, in this tiny little Chevy. My phone was about to die, so the only shot I got was this.

My claustrophobia sets in and my back is killing me. Because my knees are on my chest. And stupid plastic seat backs are for what? Kids puking?

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