Imagine personal space is just personal...

Dear Mr. Conductor,

Yes I said dear, in hopes that maybe you shall understand me and feel a sense of empathy since everything else has not worked. Normally I'm ok with little personal space, I don't mind someone being all up in my mix and in my space. However, the word "normally" is in specific reference to the normal people in my life...rather the people who are normally in my life. These include my parents, (ocassionally my brothers, not sure how normal they are), my friends and my boyfriend. Now it seems that despite my past attempts at being clear about where I draw the line in this relationship, you still insist on acting like my boyfriend and invading my space. 

While I do understand that this is a digital age, you need to know...my personal space has no WIFI, Bluetooth or better yet USB settings. This need for you to fill the mat so that we sit like a pack of PKs and share the previously mentioned PERSONAL space is just beyond me (you will notice that I mentioned PKs, that is for a good reason and I hope my passive aggression does not pass you by). I should let you know if we do get stopped by the cops I will quickly assume your position and job title, there's no way I'm going to pay a fine and/or possibly sleep in jail because you forgot the carrying capacity of your vehicle. I'm sure I can find one of those maroon jackets you guys wear somewhere in town, then again the close proximity at which you sit is good enough for me to grab your jacket real quick before the cop gets to us

Finally I would also like to repeat, NO! I'm not giving you my number...it's nothing against you, I just feel that you would use it as an excuse to get into my personal space.

An Avid Public Transport User

46C - ByPass Haituachi Nyuma

Mr. Conductor,

It's been a while. I know...I'm sorry for neglecting this love hate relationship and let it go to waste. But I am back...better late than never.

Here's the thing I have recently come to the conclusion that perhaps you while there are characteristics you are not all the same breed. Having recently moved offices to westy, I have discovered a new route...46C that connects yaya and westy via the by-pass, and let me tell you these guys are just so courteous. One guy offered to usher me into the matatu and trust me I was shocked and excited and a little bit worried (this guy might have some drugs in his palm that would kill me or have me waking up in his bed. thank God I don't have dreadlocks coz that paranoia would be enough to keep me locked in my house) but mostly I was proud that there was at least one chivalrous man left in this world. All these feelings of joy came to a sudden halt when I realized the only reason he was helping me into the matatu was to have a front row seat to the viewing of my gluteaus max which I had no idea had publicized itself in IMAX theaters near him and all his fellow matatu comrades. To which I proceeded to pick up my previous feelings of pride et.al up off the ground after having been knocked down to the floor by the heaviness of my disappointment. As a I sat in the mat and pondered what had just happened, your counterpart happily aired the all too famous Classic FM morning show and guess what the topic was *insert troubled kikuyu mother's accent* "aki katoto kangu kamehepa na manaba" (which by the way I'm all for love, but this girl was just starting form 2)....ona sasa!!!!!

Oh yea? you want to defend your comrades eh? go ahead.....

there's more to come