The waiter asks me if I want more coffee, if I want my cream cheese on my bagel or on the side. Both of these feel like big decisions, but he's patient and I tip well.
If it was really a bagel I wanted, I wouldn't have gone to the diner. This is New York, Land of Bagels. I can walk outside and trip on bagels. I can wear bagels in my hair and either be mistaken for Princess Leia or a crazy person, though since Bluetooth became popular, you can't tell who's crazy and who's on the phone.
A man burps behind me as I'm crossing the street. I turn around and he is not a man after all. She is a woman wearing leggings as though they were pants. They are not pants.
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The waiter asks me if I want more coffee, if I want my cream cheese on my bagel or on the side. Both of these feel like big decisions, but he's patient and I tip well.
If it was really a bagel I wanted, I wouldn't have gone to the diner. This is New York, Land of Bagels. I can walk outside and trip on bagels. I can wear bagels in my hair and either be mistaken for Princess Leia or a crazy person, though since Bluetooth became popular, you can't tell who's crazy and who's on the phone.
A man burps behind me as I'm crossing the street. I turn around and he is not a man after all. She is a woman wearing leggings as though they were pants. They are not pants.
Gold.
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Love,
Liza, Nomi, & Abby
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Have fun without me. *tear
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