Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Coach Seat

Another crummy coach seat today...an exact duplicate as the one I warmed for nearly 8 hours yesterday.  The perma-crack was there to greet me again today and as I sunk into the pleather seat and felt the familiar nudge of the seat in front of me with my knobby knees I didn't mind as much that the seat felt like a concrete block under me, because I knew in 8 more hours I would be home.

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