Wed
Sep
16
“ Would you like this seat?
Gregor Samsa courteously asked the dark veiled and bhurka clad woman standing next to him. “No,” she faintly whipered (hissed?). “The seats are infested with bedbugs.” He stared, pondering this and trying to entertain what lay behind the veil. “If you don’t mind though, could I have the paper bag from your donut?” “They are the best.”
