Today on my bus ride home I was talking to a few of my friends about things-
and one of them asked if I was writing about how bad things are with the economy and how it’s affecting our lives.
I said:
” I just wrote a story about a woman who sews her face on every day. “
There was this silence and I figured I hadn’t explained myself very well so I go on:
” She’s really bad at it.”
No one would say anything.
” No one will help her- so you know, she spends all day in front of a mirror trying to sew her face on. She’s alone and faceless. So yeah, I guess I am writing about how bad things are.
Call me negative but I’ll bet nobody will talk to me on the bus ride home tomorrow.
Irregular Bones 
We’ll talk to you, Anita Marie…..just, um, just keep your purse closed, okay? That thing in there, you know, the thing with the eyes — it sorta freaks me out just a little…. thanks.
Um
Nope.
Somethings never change
🙂
You’ve always got Lori and I at the back of the bus AMM. Your regular front of the bus pals are obviously lacking in imagination and humour. We got tonnes of that stuff. Oozing.
YAY for the L. C. And A. !
Make that three YAYS!
I like that analogy – of her sewing her face on, it’s very visual …. I am busy sewing a face right now.
Eeewwwww……. does that hurt?