Thursday, February 21, 2008

2-21-08 This Old, Cold World

The bus lumbers up to the frozen morning busstop, packed to the windows with commuters on their way to work, bodies and jackets and blank, bored, sad faces. In spite of this, more people do their eager best to get on, earning looks of disgust and exasperation from their fellow passengers. I have decided that I am not an animal, and so I let this bus go. There will be another bus, and besides, I don't really want to go to work that badly anyway.


  1. I can't think of anywhere I want to get to that badly. I'll trade you my rain for your cold...

  2. Today, you can have it. The snow is messing up the MTA like... well, like snow messes up the MTA.