Sunday, January 30, 2011

The only time it's good to sit next to a stinky guy on the bus...

... is when you and the toddler in your lap are both covered in a hastily-wiped-off varnish of vomit,* and you're trying to get home quickly without calling too much attention to yourself.


*Hers, not mine. The jury's still out on whether it was motion sickness or sick sickness.

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