Riding the train to the stop by my house I get a tug on my suede jacket. I turn around and it’s the guy I used to buy the daily paper from at the train station. The train station of preference is currently under reconstruction, so both of us have been displaced.
“Hi, John how are you doing? I haven’t seen you in a long time” I said.
“I’m alright. How are you?”
“I’m doing okay”
“This is my girlfriend. What’s your name, again?”
“It’s Tim”
he turned to his girlfriend and says “I always remembered him because he always gave me a tip”
well, it wasn’t always and you only kinda remembered me.
I hope his name was John.
Fat Free NERDS…
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profusion of possible pleasantries and an inexhaustible influx of
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