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...and the nun sitting next to me

After running like hell to catch our train from Rome to Naples, somehow the train attendent knew I was not supposed to be sitting in First class (young american girls carrying dirty backpacks and sweating like beasts are clearly only classy enough to be in the 2nd class) So, I moved...and ended up sitting next to a nun. She ate a sandwich, used her cell phone and totally backwashed in her water bottle. I wish I could communicate with her but unfortunately no italian for me. I take joy in knowing that my mom would be so happy to hear that one of her very own catholics...not just any catholic, a super legit catholic...was within inches of her one and only daughter. I'm assuming this means extra blessings or safety or something. Suddently I become anxious that writing about this nun is perhaps a sin. Even worse, what if homegirl is reading my every word? She is sitting RIGHT next to me. No, impossible. She would've been offended by the backwash comment. The chick across from me is (seemingly) so rude. She refuses to move her oversized and strangely hard suitcase, making it very difficult for others to drag their crap past our seats in the isle. Don't you see that the rest of us hoisted our heavy ish up onto the luggage storage shelf above our heads? This is what thoughtful travelers do. My guess is she's either American or French. Now she is tapping her fancy burkenstalk on the ground as if this doesn't bother any of us and we will all suddenly join in on her beats. She would be wrong, we don't like this tapping at all. We're all exhausted and are attempting to sleep on the already noisy train!

My mental note to this woman...

Dear Burkenstalk,
Welcome to Public Places. This is where other people (aside from yourself) are existing. Please control your selfish tendencies and join us in polite silence!
Thank you,
Me, the considerate traveler (and the nun sitting next to me)

5 minutes later...

Observations...
1. Burkenstalk is definitely not American 2. She has braces...huh? Who 'da thought?
3. The nun is now eating another ham sandwich...
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