Life is never dull when you commute on the Muni. I took my usual seat on the 7:39 rail, drowning out the somber dragging of feet and waning cadence of blinks and slouching heads with Adele's soul. I sipped my home-brewed coffee in my spill-proof pink cup. I tapped my $30 boots on the clean morning train floor. I stared out the window, mainly staring at the scene but conscious of my own reflection and solitude. And then it hit me. A fat, jagged, fuzzy, cratered dandruff flake. On me. And my coffee mug. What the hell, man. This lady who unassumingly took the vacant red plastic seat in front of me shed her mortal scalp on me. My composition in song and posture disintegrated. Adele couldn't save me now. I spent the rest of my 40 minute ride triple-chinning myself into the furthest corner of my seat. My poor coffee suffered greater casualties. Although the magical aroma was still pure, my lips still have to make contact with the mug and the brim was fo sho contaminated. Crick in my neck, permanent creases in my brow, uncaffeinated blood in my veins...I went to work.
me: dude peyton has cancer
patty: lol she wud
4 comments:
omg peyton has cancer!?!?!?!? noooooooooooo
where did you get a spill proof thermos cup??
That's so pleasantly disgusting! Nasty!
eeeeeeeeeew :)
hahhahahha aw.
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