I was trying to nap while taking the train into town this morning when there arose a cocaphany of squawks and sputters. It sounded like a flock of chickens being murdered by a pack of dogs.
Yes, as a matter of fact, I have heard that before.
It ended with a godawful screech: "My coffee!" I couldn't see where it came from, but the emergency strip had been pushed so we were going nowhere until the transit police came to sort things out.
I don't know what happened, but coffee was spilled and the police were called. Two individuals were singled out by the transit police and interviewed afterwards. It looked like the sort of thing that would normally be settled by a duel. Coffees at five paces.
Sorry to disappoint you - no chart on coffee at this time.
Yes, as a matter of fact, I have heard that before.
It ended with a godawful screech: "My coffee!" I couldn't see where it came from, but the emergency strip had been pushed so we were going nowhere until the transit police came to sort things out.
I don't know what happened, but coffee was spilled and the police were called. Two individuals were singled out by the transit police and interviewed afterwards. It looked like the sort of thing that would normally be settled by a duel. Coffees at five paces.
Sorry to disappoint you - no chart on coffee at this time.
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