Thursday, November 18, 2010

Let's stop for pancakes.

There was a man sitting in the seat afront of me on the Greyhound bus yesterday who had a tick of sorts on his shoulder that told him that he should tell every single detail of his life story to everyone around him on the bus even though out of everyone on the bus around him, I think not a single one of us were really interested and a good majority of us would have much rather slept than listen to his babble babbling, but even though I didn't get any sleep at least I learned something, even if that something was something about a man I've never met and whose name I don't know, at least it's something, new.  And I know that now.