Giantism and wishing for a mouse scuffle

Something amusing just happened to me on the Metro ride home from school...

I am a very tall girl. Most of you know this. The Spaniards are learning this right now. On my second to last train home about 10 minutes ago, there was this group of Spanish guys, probably in their 20s, who were laughing and being all rowdy nearby. When I stood to change trains at Pacífico apparently I caught their attention. One of them stood to come stand next to me and face his friends. The train was pretty much empty so this was easy to notice and they weren´t exactly being inconspicuous. They were all laughing/yelling and looking from the guy to me.

In situations like this, all I can do is laugh out of pure and uncomfortable awkwardness. I just looked at them and smiled as the guy next to me raised his hand as a gesture of signifying how tall I was. It was less than a comforting experience. It reminded me, though, of all the times my friends and I have done this same thing, although with much more discretion (I think). I almost wish I began a tally of how many times I have heard the word "alta" since I arrived but I don´t know what number comes after a trillion so it would have been ultimately impossible.

Also on that same train were these 2 Spanish punk girls with faces all pierced up and drenched with crazy. The most interesting thing, though, was that they each had white mice on top of their wild mullet/mohawks. I swear, there were live mice right there on their cabezas! They kept reaching up to pet them and I couldn´t help wishing they would shit right there in their hair and I would get to see those girls get pissed at their little, ride-along pets.

That´s all.

Oh, and I dropped my dance class today so I get to go home and siesta the shit out of this afternoon with my blackout shades drawn...