The Joy of Mass Transit
September 6th, 2006
A guy who smells like he hasn’t showered in a month, boards the bus with a six foot tall white tiger stuffed animal. The seat next to me is the only empty seat left on the bus.
At the crossroads of form and function
A guy who smells like he hasn’t showered in a month, boards the bus with a six foot tall white tiger stuffed animal. The seat next to me is the only empty seat left on the bus.