Oh, today has already been a doozie.
I get on the 4 train headed to work and stand by the exit door. The guy sitting in the fold down rumble seat next to the door is a middle-aged latin guy, built like a bull and looking like he could kick my ass without breaking a sweat. As I’m standing there, he pulls 3 different boxes of enemas from the bag, reads the labels, grunts and puts the Fleet branded one in his pocket. That was really more info than I wanted to know about a fellow traveller – even if it is just the subway, but I wished him luck when he got off at the next stop. I don’t think he heard me. He seemed to be in a bit of a rush.
I really hope he waits until he gets home.
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