30 July 2007


Sometimes, when I ride the bus from home to job#2, which only happens once or twice a week, there's a guy who gets on the bus about halfway to work who smells. Not as in needs-a-shower-homeless-guy smells, but once he smelled strongly of ketchup, and saturday evening he smelled of roses.

Goe, lives in a very strange world.

1 comment:

Rachmeg said...

How bad could it get.

Rach - who had to submit to Google, just to be able to post again.