Wednesday, May 12, 2010


The kid across from me... university-age... he's brought aboard a 12-inch pizza, in the box, and is wolfing this monster down - like he hasn't eaten in months.

The smell is driving me crazy. I almost want to offer him $2 for a slice.

I wish people wouldn't do that.

Bring delicious smelling food on the train, I mean.

And just before dinner.

I accidentally called him a bastard under my breath.

Okay, no I didn't. But I want to.

1 comment:

Peter B said...

Shame on you for thinking such bad thoughts!!

No pizza for you!! One Year!!