Following the horrendous, incredibly slow, hot, sweaty commute on a train full of delayed and bitchy travellers this morning, I am now in standing-room-only at the back of my milk-run bus. I was counting my blessings well enough that my driver doesn’t have a lead foot when your car drove by.
Had I not been so delayed with train malfunctions; had I not been standing in the raised back, I would not have seen you.
Your little polka-dotted hatchback with a giant foamie “U” preceding the license plate “NICORN” just made my morning a whole hell of a lot better.
And that of my fellow bus passengers who got distracted by my random outburst of laughter. Because who doesn’t love a nut on their bus?