Sunday, November 16, 2008

Drabble: At the End

At the End

Who do they build these busses for? Why are the seats are so close together? My legs are all crushed up against the seat in front of me and now my foot’s asleep. Why do they call it that? When you go to sleep your body doesn’t go all pins and needles, and that phrase is weird too, because it’s not really anything like being poked with pins or needles. Language is strange. Oh god, this guy’s getting out fast food, it clearly says no food or beverages on the sign, and now the bus is going off a brid–”

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