Monday, August 26, 2002

You gotta enjoy the good

You gotta enjoy the good times when they happen… most everybody piled off the 38BX at the first downtown stop; I was almost alone near the back of the bus with the two cute young women who’d gotten on and wedged themselves in place near my bench back around Masonic street.  We were watching everybody leaving, sucking down the newly-available stores of oxygen in the stale municipal air.  One of the women was pointing out to the other that a big heavy guy sitting across from us had left a big wet puddly mark on the back of his chair.  We giggled and watched it evaporate.  It was like a party.  Makes me wonder what’s lingering on the seats that seem clean....