Pick Me!

You bet your last nickle I was startled when the nutty grey haired loon sitting across from me on the bus leaned over and wiped her scabby red booger on my shirt. She called me Leroy and told me I deserved it and then twisted her ankle as she hurried off the bus. I proudly wore that booger like a brooch for the rest of the afternoon. It dangled from my breast pocket like a war medal, signifying my ability to cultivate crazy in the most common of conditions. My bus pass doesnt expire till 2012. I should probably invest in some really good laundry detergent or at least carry a wet nap.