WINDOW SEAT
So, sometimes I bus stalk people.
You know, stare at the people singing to themselves in the car next to us, watch people get drenched in bus gutter splashes, laugh at people trying to keep rhythm in the gym step class, and sometimes, just sometimes you can see into peoples houses.
The other day was a good day.
I look over at a house on Roosevelt and all I see is glitter and sequins. Yep, that’s right, a room packed full of at least 20 beauty pageant girls.
Random.
