When I brush my teeth using my work toothbrush, should it taste like I'm eating some TUMS that have been loosely stored between the mouldy pages of a 1972 issue of Good Housekeeping magazine that's been sitting in a disused pigeon coop? Just wondering.
Today, on my way to work after seeing the doctor, my bus was stopped as it could go no further past all the firetrucks assembled on the downtown street. the sky was filling up with violently pluming, shooting smoke. From what I could surmise, something had caught fire in the back of a restaurant. Then to the left of where I was standing, some fire hoses became disconnected and started whipping about, jetting water at everyone. The firemen and policemen all doing a snake charming dance to get it under control and everyone pointing their phones at it to take pictures. Probably the highlight of every one's week except for the restaurant owners and the people who lived beside it. Ah yes. Human drama.
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