For The Skeptical

There are those who read the story yesterday about how that fat hard belly lady crushed my shoulder against the wall of the train, here is proof. I knew if I sat out there long enough she would come by again.  

So, this morning I lay in wait to capture photographic proof!!!

She went off to the bathroom. I took my place on the little jump seat, patiently waiting her return. Then, I saw he at the end of the aisle. I steadied the camera, every muscle tensed. If I did not wait until that rhinoceros belly moved into view on the little screen, I would prove nothing. If I waited a split second too long, I was inviting another crushing blow of my innocent, vulnerable, shoulder between that enormous, firm fatbody and the hard Formica of the trains interior wall. But my loyal  blog fan(s?) deserved to know what I was suffering. 

There, you see it. A big, crushing belly aiming right at my sore shoulder. You cannot tell how firm it is, rock hard and ready to crush and maim. 

I snapped the proof, hopped up, and pressed against the sidewall in hopes of avoiding further injury. It was over. The moment captured in a photo. Proof that roving bellies exist walking along train aisles looking for innocents. 

In examining the photo later, I noticed that I had captured also two sleeping feet. Those who have been following these exploits should recognize them as the feet of the amazing narcoleptic human that keeps me from my rightful seat in my compartment!

This train ride is getting boring.