A woman two seats down from me shouts over, "Hey, can I read your magazine?"
Me: What, the Vogue?
Me: Um, I just bought it.
Her: Can I read it?
So obv, there's no way for me to say no without looking like a total jerk. Even though I think it's super impolite that someone wants to read/use something I just bought that I haven't even looked at.
Anyway, I don't really have to make a decision, because she just reaches over and takes it out of the seatback pocket.
Me: Um, okay.
She opens the magazine and proceeds to lick her fingers every time she turns a page.
I ended up tossing the Vogue because I couldn't bring myself to read something that had her spit on every page. Gross.
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