Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Eau d' Subway


As I stepped onto the jammed pack subway car this morning, I immediately noticed the suspicisouly open space left around the hunched over little gnome about a third of the way back down the car. Crazy? Or stinky? Or both? As the doors shut and his musky aroma rose up at least one of the answers became clear. I know from experience it is impossible to hold your breath for more than one stop and I was going three. Oh well. I love the big city.
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6 comments:

  1. ThombeauJanuary 16, 2008 at 4:01 PM

    Oh, brings back memories of Chicago!

    I've already seen enough people talking loudly to themselves here in Portland that I feel right at home!

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  2. mrpeeneeJanuary 16, 2008 at 4:47 PM

    So, are you talking to yourself? Like right now, as you read this?

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  3. ThombeauJanuary 16, 2008 at 4:49 PM

    And it only gets worse during the full moon...

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  4. jasonJanuary 16, 2008 at 6:59 PM

    sounds like a day in class.

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  5. mrpeeneeJanuary 16, 2008 at 7:58 PM

    Must be the nun made you think that.

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  6. mrpeeneeJanuary 16, 2008 at 7:58 PM

    Must be the nun made you think that.

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