~Thursday~ Well, school’s back, and that means back on the Wolfline bus, which is totally free to me (and the public for that matter) as my means for getting to work.
I have not yet renewed my “GoPass,” which is what has allowed university employees to also ride the city buses free in the past, and it’s precisely because it’s “in the past” that I haven’t renewed it. This year, it costs $25. But I digress…
The bus was surprisingly uncrowded this morning, with the most notable thing being a young co-ed who was so provocatively dressed that even I noticed her.
Her shorts were so short… [How short were they?] …they were so short that they started below her belly-button and ended in that crease where your legs meet your torso. So, in other words about five inches wide of fabric, appearing more like a belt than pants.
But, believe it or not—well you might, since I am gay—that’s not what caught my attention.
What caught my attention was that when she walked past me she was holding her breakfast—a container of yogurt—in front of her, right in the middle of that fabric, looking like—to extend the analogy—a huge belt buckle.
And out of one of her very small and very tight [What else could they be?] pockets protruded the handle of a silver spoon that crossed over in front of her [Where else could it go?]…
So many possibilities with that:
- Yogurt → Culture → Yeast
- Born with a silver spoon in her…
- Does she like it Greek style?