The first thing was an observation. I looked carefully at the bottle of liquid soap in the kitchen. It had directions for goodness sake! Things have really taken a turn for the absurd. We need help using liquid soap.
On my number 8 bus going to work, a young man and woman were having a conversation that might be best left for privacy or a support group. He was talking about being Transgender and wanting surgery to become a woman and who was supporting him. How his employer wouldn’t let him wear mascara, and his parents just didn’t understand.
On my number 8 coming home we were having fun. This poor Mom had seven and five year old boys, who were acting up. I mean, you can’t hit them anymore.
The woman in front of me told me about being from Detroit asking if the Tigers won and her wild life in the past as a San Francisco bartender. It is ending with me watching the Red Sox game and watching Pandora wag her tail furiously and jumping up and down. Must be a moth out there.
What silliness will happen tomorrow? Tune in!