Greggity's morning commute


The metro was extremely crowded for this morning’s rush hour when I got on at Clarendon. I sort of had to push my way in, and another woman came in behind me right before the doors closed. I adjusted to an odd position to accommodate her, and I was essentially on top of her before too long.

She smelled like cotton candy. And I was tempted to lick her.

She was very cute, too. Every time we made eye contact I started to laugh because my instincts told me to go ahead and lick her, but my brain said that would be a bad idea. I probably would have been slapped at best, arrested or killed at worst. And inevitably I’d have been let down, since the taste wouldn’t match up to the smell.

I thought about saying something to her, making some kind of comment about cotton candy or something, but I decided that would be kind of weird, too. So I just stood there, smelled the cotton candy girl and smiled.

When I was getting off the metro I decided I had to say something to her, though not about cotton candy. So I said, “Happy Groundhog Day.” She smiled.

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