Wednesday, September 21, 2011

IT'S OFFICIAL. I HAVE THE PLAGUE . . .

After the fat joke came and went, people continued filing onto the 811. As the last few passengers got on, I looked around me, and . . . every seat I could see was taken except the one next to me. There were even people standing in the aisle toward the front of the bus, but no one sat next to me.

I chose not to be offended.

Okay, world, I thought. You turn your back on me, I'll turn my back on you. I spread out my reading materials and had, by all accounts, a luxurious ride home.

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