Envy

So in the little seats reserved for old people and cripples, like me, there are three of us sitting here. We all have canes with them two having the walmart aluminum special, and me with my gnarled Irish walking cane.  I can feel their jealousy of my amazing accoutrement just radiating from them. 

Just because you can't walk doesn't mean you can't hobble in style.

In other news, the construction guy standing about three feet in front of me has dropped his gallon of milk twice.

I am certain he will do it again and I don't think that container can take it.. I hope he waits a few more stops for the grand finale as I don't want to be coated this morning in moo juice.