The kid across from me... university-age... he's brought aboard a 12-inch pizza, in the box, and is wolfing this monster down - like he hasn't eaten in months.
The smell is driving me crazy. I almost want to offer him $2 for a slice.
I wish people wouldn't do that.
Bring delicious smelling food on the train, I mean.
And just before dinner.
I accidentally called him a bastard under my breath.
Okay, no I didn't. But I want to.
1 comment:
Shame on you for thinking such bad thoughts!!
No pizza for you!! One Year!!
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