07 February 2013

Stories Everywhere: Sorry, No Cats

#6 TRAIN - THURSDAY MORNING RUSH HOUR

INTERIOR MONOLOGUE


As I watch, you delicately, discreetly, tuck your scarf up under your nostrils. What terrible thing do you smell?

What do you do with that long pointed dirty thumbnail?

Hmm. Mustard colored tights. That takes chutzpah to wear, she added admiringly.

Dr. Zizmor parody spot on. No self-respecting cat would ever consider plastic surgery.



Yeah, I did just take a picture of a subway ad. You got a problem with that?

Wow, ugly hat.

You, with the inside out tote bag slung over your shoulder? I recognize the squiggles and can decipher the backwards lettering; it's an Eden Fantasys bag, like the ones they were handing out at BlogHer. I love that you have it inside out, but I'm onto you.

Why do we make silly faces at other people's babies? (Yes, guilty as charged.)

EXIT - 22nd AND PARK

6 comments:

Sarah said...

You funny.

Sarah said...

(She wrote admiringly.)

leanne said...

Love the peek inside your thoughts :)

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

Love.

Jeanne said...

We make faces at other peoples' babies to pay it forward, from the times people made faces at our babies and kept them from crying for that crucial one or two minutes longer.

Jeanne said...

http://notanecromancer.tumblr.com/post/42588300728/when-a-baby-is-staring-at-you-and-their-parents-arent