Commuting With Crabby

I met with the Ice Queen for a perfectly lovely lunch, but was distressed about having to share my trip home with FREAKS! Smelly, nose-picking, muttering, littering FREAKS. People who were raised by a family of ducks. People who should refrain from independent travel. There I was, minding my own business and trying to write a poem in my little book, when out of nowhere comes this stinky Yeti-like creature who coughed all over me. Just my luck, he sat beside me too. The poetry moment abrupty ended, I can tell you that! Off to bathe in Clorox! Have a great weekend, folks.