The guy next to me on the trans-bay commuter bus is clearly working Very, Very Hard. He is hunched over his laptop like a bomb disposal technician, typing furiously and occasionally cracking his knuckles in a let’s-get-down-to-brass-tacks fashion. He just shook his head vigorously from side to side and made a “hurrnnnnh” noise. I expect he will soon break into a chorus of “I’ve Been Workin’ on the Railroad.”
Category: people are funny
There’s a lovely family having breakfast at a table near mine. I’m guessing it’s Mom, Dad, college-student son and his girlfriend. I can only assume they must have been discussing genetics or phrenology or something similarly skull-related because at one point they all started rubbing one another’s heads in a methodical fashion. It was a little odd but mostly very sweet.
Moof!
This post is from Tilda:
“There was a person at the door! I did not know his smell! I moofed him! Moof! Moof! He gave The Man food and ran away! I am hero dog.”
Backing out, moving forward
Thanksgiving morning at the Berkeley Whole Foods, I witnessed two women come together to begin the healing process following a painful and difficult encounter while trying to find a parking space.
The bagger at the grocery store said, “Hi, neighbor!” and I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me. I hesitated, and then thought, well why not? Aren’t we all neighbors in one way or another? So I looked up from the card reader and said hi, and realized she lives in the house two doors down from us.
Found when emptying old boxes.