Often my humanoid taxi’s people around so we end up sitting in cars a lot. Instead of talking to each other I count how many trucks go by and she scribbles in her notebook. Here’s a few of the more recent and bizarre.
Stray Thoughts
- I like impossible, infatuated with unattainable, obsessed with could be and happy with reality.
- I felt like yodeling on the subway. I didn’t because I was with a friend.
- Don’t fall down the stairs, don’t fall down the stairs, don’t fall down the stairs… again.
- Why do geriatrics confuse me for a man?
- Doesn’t everyone quote movies as part of their regular conversation?
- “Thank you for your cooperation.”
- This is why I don’t own a mirror…No, this is me tanned.
- “Move on up, move on up down the road…”
- Money used to scare me until I lost it all.
- I have silver hair- does that make me a superhero?
- Someone told me I was dying since my eyes are changing colors.
- Tunnel of Doom-sounds like an ancient horror flick or a romantic tale gone horribly awry.
- Should adults talk to strangers? Not strange ones, just strangers.
- Is a tire that is re-flatable a flat or a leak?
- Why would a ferry be called the Cat? Why not the Seal or the Whale?
Do you see what I have to put up with? I really didn’t understand #7.
“It’s a Vampire! H e l l o.”
What about you? When you have a quiet moment what sort of stray thoughts fly around you empty cranium?
***Please note Humanoid Translator is NOT a SuperHero, a Vampire or Dying. But she really wanted to yodel.***
