the weather has moved on but, the humidity has decided to stick around for now.
the bastard is always delighted when a weather system can stick around in the capacity to make him sweat alot but not enough to keep all those dicks on the bar's back porch indoors.
magical...
but i digress...
barely made it onto the 7 when i crash straight into faux pas number 537 on the subway...
step into the car
followed by faux pas number 63...
not stowing your fucking luggage...
now the bastard isn't a cold unfeeling creature...
no wait...
he is...
but he understands the value of a good louis vuitton shopping tote, even it it is a knock, he understands it...
and he understands the value of a longchamp tote of equal or greater size but one should stow them properly. they are bags, not frikkin people bumpers.
and why the hell do you need two enormous overpriced totes anyway?
are you going away on a thursday for a long weekend of jackassery?
but nonetheless, there i was with the two designer duffel bags and my umbrella...
propping it up...
and she is not happy...
but i remembered tell chicago jerkface my musings about people and polite society from a while back and decide that this is the course of action to take.
next leg...
6 train...
new bag in my back...
new course of action...
leaning.
i've decided that you can't always fight the good fight about this sort of thing so one can go the other route and use a bag as a piece of furniture.
more comfortable that way. at least for me it is.
oh look...
it's started raining again. perhaps it'll last long enough to keep my evening quiet.
but i don't buy it.
you see what i did there didn't you?
rhyming...
look that shit up jerk.
—the bastard
No comments:
Post a Comment