Commuter Stories
Don't you love morning transit?
I'm not talking about aggravating morning stop 'n go traffic when you spill your chai latte all over your dry clean only white Marino wool sweater... I mean the hustle and bustle of a good morning complete with perfectly straight hair, well fitting underwear, minimal crumbs from your fat free muffin across your bust line.
Sometimes I just like the feeling of being a lost face in a sea of commuters. Newspapers rustle, the faint smell of coffee in paper cups, a slight buzzing from ipods belonging to middle aged business whom once were to cool for CD players, but find it perfectly acceptable to steal the novice of fancy new gadgets from the youth....
Sorry, I digress.
Anyway, who saw Hello Sister, Goodbye Life last night?
Lacey Chabert. Classic.
I'm not talking about aggravating morning stop 'n go traffic when you spill your chai latte all over your dry clean only white Marino wool sweater... I mean the hustle and bustle of a good morning complete with perfectly straight hair, well fitting underwear, minimal crumbs from your fat free muffin across your bust line.
Sometimes I just like the feeling of being a lost face in a sea of commuters. Newspapers rustle, the faint smell of coffee in paper cups, a slight buzzing from ipods belonging to middle aged business whom once were to cool for CD players, but find it perfectly acceptable to steal the novice of fancy new gadgets from the youth....
Sorry, I digress.
Anyway, who saw Hello Sister, Goodbye Life last night?
Lacey Chabert. Classic.
