I want McYummy!

I hate movies like Grey's Anatomy. They make me want to have someone in scrubs to sweep me off my feet. I work at a hospital, too, but why am I not surrounded by any McYummy, McSteamy, McSexy.. McWhatever..

Anyway.. I want to talk about "The Art of Commuting - How to Have the Seat to Yourself" (assume nothing when reading this blog). I take the tram to work (yuh, one of my lovely routines) almost always at the same time every morning 5 days a week. I'm pretty much familiar with the regulars now. There's the guy who puts too much gel on his hair.. yuck; there's the old lady with the tiny book; there's the Indonesian lady who sometimes sits with the blind man and chats with him but sometimes sits at the very back of the tram; and there's also.... this lady
Obviously, she needs more space than I do, which I don't have any problems with.. but she protects her territory very well. I haven't seen anybody tried, let alone succeeded to sit beside her. Every morning! Selfishhh! I say she should buy 2 metcards! And this one as well!
If you think it's not fair for boys since they don't carry handbags.. Here's an ideaI don't like commuting.. buy me a car?!