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.
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Now I'm sitting by a woman that smells like maple syrup. Mmmmm ... I may follow her to work.
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