Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Starting Early

     Boy can I pick the best seat mates! I side to myself, "Self, look ... Plenty of room by that guy."  It wasn't till after I sat down that the extremely pungent booze and cigarette odor hit me.  He had a newspaper that was open like 4 inches which he would reflexively open a little more and then close quickly.  And every time I sniffled or shifted, he became adjutated and the paper had to be readjusted.
     Now I'm sitting by a woman that smells like maple syrup.   Mmmmm ... I may follow her to work.

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