There were sunflower seed shells in the 766 windowsill and now I'm next to and old yucky open stick of men's deodorant. Buses and their stops are so disgusting.
Getting onto the 140...
I picked a bad spot today. I am not next to the kid with the pierced cheek and gages the size of his face. I am not next to the very chatty pothead. I am not next to the guy dressed in leather from his cap to his boots. No, I am next to the girl with dandruff and the guy quietly reading his textbook. Nice job, Rangergirl, picking the most boring people to sit by.
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