The tiny, ancient, Asian man sitting in front of me cannot keep still. He goes through sections of newspaper, only glancing at each page. He scribbles a November calendar on a blank sheet. He pries open a cheese snack, then a lollipop. He reads a scrap of paper, numbers in the margin surrounding the words PET SNOT.

I stop looking over his shoulder.

1 Responses to

  1. J.D. says:

    Love it. This is just the kind of observation that makes daily life so fun. Great entry.