Why do I always have unusual run-ins with people on the bus?
Example 1: Had a lady sat in front of me who smelt strongly of washing up liquid. to be fair to her, there's worse things to smell of, but to smell THAT much of washing up liquid had made her a walking advert for Persil.
Example 2: I'm now sat in front of a boy who seems to be muttering to himself continuously under his breath. Annoyingly, I can't work out what he's saying. I imagine it's some ancient Aztec cult spell about the Apocalypse or something, because he doesn't look too happy, and he's got that 'culty' look about him.
Monday, 5 October 2009
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