The other morning on the jitney to the train, I spotted a weird plant on the driver's pants:
It wasn't weed. But it looked like he had run through some woods or hedges. Or maybe he helped some old lady carry a plant to her car.
Or more likely, it's because he drives the shuttle literally through branches. Watch the bushwacking after he picks somebody up:
Holy crap. This entry is so boring that I don't even want to do a closing thought.
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