My bus was rerouted and arrived 45 minutes late.
A drunk got on the bus talking about a sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich from Mickey Dees.
Happy customers spread laughter, smiles, and joy to me.
I sold papers so fast that I took a stroll up toward the monuments on 17th Street.
On that street, no coupons could be used for the manager’s choice at Subway.
Peaches from Mom’s backyard tree were falling all around.
