Trowa Barton (trowa_barton) wrote,
Trowa Barton

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I left work and walked to the Central Square T stop. In the train car, there was a lady. Leather coat. She was working on something with her PDA. She was focused on her PDA. I was standing right next to her. She never looked up. The thing is that she was no stranger. I knew her. She seemed focused, and I was afraid to bother her. She's been through a bit. And yet, I was sitting right in front of her. She looked up. She looked across. She looked down. She looked everywhere except in front of her as if to avoid eye contact.

Must have been the moustache.

Talk about cosmic humor. I like it.
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