I knew it was going to be a weird day when I walked outside my front door. There on my neighbours front lawn was a dead rabbit. Luckily my day continued with normal weirdness on the bus.
Sometimes, I will notice things on the bus. Mostly the number of designer bags. It's interesting to note most bags are Coach on my bus. But yesterday I saw what I can only imagine is a knockoff. A woman was standing (or at least trying to stand, she had worse balance than me) in the aisle in front of me. Slung over her shoulder, albeit rediculously tightly slung due to the small handles, was a tomatoe red purse. I noticed a little metal tag. My brain is one that notices the first letter of a word and makes up the rest. I saw a P. Surly this was a Prada. Then I read the rest of the word only because I noticed an umlaut. Prada doesn't have one of those. Prune. Umlaut over the U. Odd I thought to myself. Perhaps this is fashion with regularity?
After stifling laughter that, had I let it out I would have seemed the crazy lady on the bus that day, I started to notice another lady who was standing with her feet practically together. Just as I did the driver slammed on the breaks. She flew forward, catching herself with the poles. I expected to hear what dislocating shoulders sound like, but heard nothing. I find it strange that those who stand don't take the snowboarding stance.
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