i sleepily awaited the blue line train from metro center this morning, paper in hand, when a rap-tap-tapping commenced upon my tender shoulder. i spun around indignantly to find a bic-headed tim foley with his hands in the air and some manner of government id clipped to his belt.
"wow. um," i said.
"well. i don't know what to say," said he.
"this is weird," said i.
"uh."
(the train doors open and i enter)
"well, see you around," say i.
(the train doors close)
and like that ...! he was gone.
Labels: the legend of tim foley
posted by the cold cowboy @ 9:13 AM
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