Wednesday, June 8, 2011
another lightrail story
I'm thinking about changing the title of the blog to something like "adventures on the lightrail." Today as I was heading home I sat behind a man who was sleeping. Then I smelled some kind of spicy food. It was almost a Mexican food spicy, but kind of a spicy meat smell like a salami. I like food smells so I breathed in deeply. I looked around to see where the food was but did not see any. Then I realized the smell was emanating from the sleeping man. He had a small bag sitting next to him and I could only hope that there was food in it. I felt kind of gross because I had been enjoying the smell up to that point. At this point I had a choice: I could choose to believe it was food, or I could give up Mexican food for life. The story does have a happy ending. The man pulled out a calzone and started eating. I choose to believe all the smell was coming from his lunch.