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When Doors Attack…

You know when you see a lady approach the middle doors of the streetcar and you can tell she’s in some other world because she’s standing just a smidge too close to the them – almost as if she thinks they’re already open – and suddenly the doors swing out and back, wacking her in the face, abruptly bringing her back to the present? Yeah, I laughed hysterically on the inside, in spite of my outward concern (she was fine).  Since I’m all about equal opportunity, and the streetcar, if nothing else, provides that, I’d like to thank the gentleman who provided my evening’s entertainment. Your rat tail was a thing of… horrific beauty? Glorious nastiness? Sorry, there are no words. Only tears… of repressed laughter. ;p

(Originally posted December 20, 2011 on Facebook)


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