All we said was, "Nice job commandeering the bathroom" and she was on us like Chuck Liddell.
"WHAT DID YOU F*CKING SAY TO ME?!" she screamed, grabbing us by the collar and pushing us back into the seats on the last train bound for soberupsville.
"Whoa," we replied. "Hold up, girl. We said good job butting in line in the bathroom before. Christ. Calm down."
Good thing we didn't instinctively go all Spike on her Buffy ass. Thankfully, we finished the Season 7 marathon today, while in deep thought about much of the missing parts of yesterday, and wondering why a chick the size of our 4'10" cousin Devon would try to step to us. No need to slay on the train home and what not.
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