suffer the little pests...
Jan. 30th, 2009 11:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dubdobdeeok the 394 was tiresome this morning, took 25 mins to come and then MANY HORRIBLE INFANTS (aged 6-ish i guess, i am no good at small people's ages) boarded, with teachers in tow but still unavoidably noisy at that pitch we are biologically programmed not to be able to read through and ignore (also: crowded)
until my aged-giffer tantrum was totally expelled, by a small person, female, reddish hair, not unlike my good friend rae 40-odd years ago, suddenly spotted a bicycle, all painted white, chained to a railing, and said, to everyone and no one: "i can see a ghost bike! look, it's all white! that means someone died while riding it!"
aw
(yay i am on a train -- i get old but this does not)
until my aged-giffer tantrum was totally expelled, by a small person, female, reddish hair, not unlike my good friend rae 40-odd years ago, suddenly spotted a bicycle, all painted white, chained to a railing, and said, to everyone and no one: "i can see a ghost bike! look, it's all white! that means someone died while riding it!"
aw
(yay i am on a train -- i get old but this does not)
