To the teenage mother who wouldn't share some space on bus #58 on Friday afternoon:
Nobody on the bus is responsible for your unhappiness. So when someone (actually, two separate persons) politely asks you to move over so they can sit down, pick up your bag, make some room and shut the fuck up. I understand that your fat ass might need two seats and your poor kid needs another seat, so free some space on the fourth seat where your bag was. It's really unfortunate that you have a dysfunctional screwed-up life, so at least show some respect to your fellow bus riders and maybe your kid will grow up to be a responsible and thoughtful person.
And we love you too.
--- annoyed daddy