Subways are usually
sooo boring.
So imagine my surprise when, this afternoon, Susie and her latest boyfriend got off the train, as usual, less than a body diameter apart, as usual, and walked by, as usual, without acknowledging my existence. I was standing there, in my usual after-work stupor, holding an afternoon cup of tea, steaming in my hand.
Sploosh! went the tea.
A surprised, mostly surpressed little yelp! escaped from my, um friend? Laurie who was waiting for the train with me.
When I looked in my cup, there was a second object; a butterfly-like toy with a little antenna wire on one end, being sterilized after use in my hot tea.
In Laurie's hand was a radio-control remote.
When Laurie figured out what was going on, she pushed me into a dark space behind a pillar, inserted the butterfly, and then proceeded to torment me all the way home by remote control.
I was a mess by the time we got there.
But I'm not complaining, even though we missed dinner.