Monday, November 16, 2009
Very Curious Indeed
There was a guy on the bus holding a black, beat-up looking ice hockey skate (just one). He kept turning it over in his hands and sighing really loudly with his head bent over it. Then occassionally he would smell the skate. I don't mean inhaling with the skate located somewhere near his nose; he would stick his nose right up in there and take a nice big whiff. I'm not really sure what his deal was. Kicked off the team? Parting with his favorite skate? Planning to kill someone with it later? Anyway, I was watching all this out of the corner of my eye and then he suddenly looked up and caught me watching him. Hate it when that happens.