Where'd she go?

found on Meme Base

Blending in to the furniture seems like a good way to be forgotten.

It's called public transportation, not private transportation

found on Funoramic

It's amazing to me that people will treat public spaces like they're in private. Not just in terms of what they'll look at (as above) but what they'll say on the phone too. Listening to people give out their banking credentials over the phone on the bus at top volume (because the bus is so noisy) is enough to make one lose faith in humanity.

The TSA took your granny away-ay

from here

Who does this to a granny, especially on Mother's Day? Not even getting your career from a pizza box explains this kind of behaviour.