This actually happened to me the other day. Enjoy!

Bella's POV

Personal space.

I used to take it for granted. Now, not so much. Let me tell you a little story.

I am visiting my mother, Renee, today for lunch, in downtown Minneapolis. I decided the best way to get there is to take the light rail train from the Mall of America. On paper, this was a very good idea. No parking fees or hassles and someone else to get you there. What else could be more perfect?

Personal space, that's what.

Since the Mall of America is the first part of the train ride, there aren't that many people on board. At the first stop, some more people come on but still there are lots of seats open.

I make the mistake of sitting near the window seat instead of the aisle. Apparently this implies I'm ok with someone sitting next to me.

A very large woman sits next to me, even though there are plenty of open spots. I turn to look at her and she was staring straight ahead. Ok.

I am holding a coffee in one hand and reading a book on my cell phone in the other. Because she is now sitting next to me, I cannot put these things anywhere and take off my coat, which I am now sweating in. Oh, joy.

So, I decide, since I can't concentrate on my book, to make conversation. I turn to her and ask, "Do you know how long the train ride is to the Government Center stop?"

Nothing. Dead silence.

The lady on the other side of the train aisle answers my question. 40 f'n minutes.

I have to wait 40 minutes?

So, I'm thinking…why didn't she answer me? Maybe she's deaf? Or mute? I mean, who am I to judge…?

Well, come to find out she is definitely not mute. She starts talking…no, more like ranting, at some invisible person. She is seriously having a conversation and is acting like this "someone" is talking back.

Of course, it gets weirder. She starts singing.

I have to admit, it is a catchy tune and, if it wasn't coming out of crazy woman, I'd have to ask about it.

Then when the song is finished, she goes back to ranting. I am trying, so hard, to block out her "noise" but fail miserably.

The door opens again and we make a stop. An Asian woman comes aboard and sits down in front of crazy woman. She looks at her and then at me. I try to implore to her that I am not associated in any way, shape or form to this woman.

By now, you may be wondering why I don't just move to another seat. I'll tell you why.

I'm trapped. This woman is so large she is squishing me on one side and I have the train's window on the other. I can barely move my arm to drink my coffee, which is now ironically cold, like the ice outside.

Awesome.

I keep waiting for her to get up at every stop. Nope. This lasts for about 35 minutes. Of course, she got up the one stop before mine.

Well, at least I have 5 minutes of peace. Gotta look at the positives.