I’m pretty sure there was a happy couple following me around today, and I don’t appreciate it. Almost every time I came in and out of my block, they did the same, but they did it holding hands and giggling. At one point they decided to race each other down the stairs, and since I was walking pretty quickly, they were moving at the same pace as me. I could have slowed down to let them pass but there was only so much space in the stairwell, so I had to break into a run to escape them. I mean, talk about inconsiderate.
That’s a piecrust promise. Easily made, easily broken.
Mary Poppins by Richard Page :: via rubbberrodeo.blogspot.com
