Commute of Love

Your spousal commute is irksome. The harried search for two empty adjacent seats shows you for the self-centered and insecure couple you are. Other people, blessedly keeping to themselves, have to be disturbed as they are requested to shift seats after loud deliberations about where to go and whom to ask. I'm quite sure the both of you could use a twenty minute break from your coupling. These few moments of dealing with you just in my periphery have seemed interminable.