That explains that; I go back to my music and staring out the subway window as we pass over Manhattan Bridge into Brooklyn.
Suddenly, a floral, medicinal scent, definite but difficult to identify, faintly reaches my nose, and I again scan the car to try to locate its source, only to find the same woman who dropped her umbrella now vigorously rubbing hand sanitizer into her palms.
From behind her head and back pops a chubby little set of arms and legs, and I see that she's toting around a little one in a baby carrier, so I guess that explains the hand sanitizer, too.
One year ago: Little Brothers Never Change
Two years ago: Willful
Three years ago: Another Dog Post
Four years ago: The Kid Ran Into Something, And It Wasn't Just The Cold
Five years ago: Sufficiently Advanced Technology is Indistinguishable
Seven years ago: Bathroom Humor
Ten years ago: A Cry For Attention
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