Glass Houses

Ever sat in the back seat of a taxi... with two other people and even though four needs to fit in, its already a tight fit?

As I was sitting in the back seat of the taxi with two other guys, though not the skinniest of people, I knew that it’s not going to be the most comfortable of arrangements. Then a fairly well build individual got in and made up her mind to settle in the little open space in the taxi..., yes you guessed it, at the back seat. She steadily manoeuvred herself in the tight spot and with one little WIGGLE that sent a fleet of sighs ringing through the back, she was in. The entire 40min journey suddenly turned into a fierce prayer session for someone to decide to get out. Each time the taxi took a turn, we were reminded of the tight predicament in which we found ourselves. When one of the other guys got off, the lady politely whispered to me, “I don’t know why he didn’t sit in front, he should have known his too big to sit at the back”

The ordeal reminded me of an old saying that goes:
“People with glasshouses shouldn’t through stones