words about nothing, from a time when everything was ordinary

I sit down quickly, like I've stolen something and am attemping to hide. The ferry is full, I'm happy to have a seat. There's a man one row ahead of me. He glances at me, holding his gaze for just a moment beyond my comfort level and then turns back to his wife. I open my book, spread out my bag onto the seat beside me and officially claim this spot. It's not stolen, it's mine. I fumble a bit to make my ipod play as I silently curse it's popularity, slighly regretful to have bought into the commercialism of it all. I watch people pass. A thin man munching on cheesies. Two girls, young maybe 15, uncomfotable in their own skin, trying to appear older than they should. A man with a handlebar moustache the ends curled precisely into a curious grin. The man in front of me leans over and kisses his wife. I'm not even close to impressed, my seat too close, I am trapped helplessly in their moment. Which, in my opinion lasts too long. Beyond a moment, barreling towards being uneccessarily annoying. I stare at the ground for a long time and then focus my gaze on the passing scenery. My mind wanders. I have to pee, I might lose my seat. I make a made dash to the bathroom. In my rush, I of course, end up in the stall with no toilet paper. I curse under my breath, pull my pants up enough to shuffle and make a quick decision to exit my stall in hope to enter the next. My execution is flawless. Disaster averted. I return to my seat, my book and bag appear unscathed. I sit back down and try to ignore the guy in front of me. I have M+M's. The peanut ones. I open them and pour out a handful. 5 orange, two blue and a brown. I eat them too fast. The bag quickly empty. Out of the corner of my eye I see an elderly lady dressed in white. White everything, except for a pair of rediculous blue sunglasses. It's not sunny. I start to choke, but recover quickly, no one notices. There is nothing unique about my life. I glance down at the sleeve of my overpriced ski jacket disappointed to notice for the first time a small hole wearing though the cuff. Nothing lasts anymore.