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Permission to sniff

The best story I have about riding on the bus happened about 25 years ago. During rush hour, the bus is packed and I’m stting in the back on the seats that face each other and two well-dressed business women are sitting on the opposite bench. This being Minnesota, there is a space in between them of course.

A disheveled, poorly dressed man carrying a brown paper bag shambles to the back of the bus and sits in between the women. He looks to the left, he looks to the right, he looks back to the left and asks the immortal question, “You don’t mind if I sniff a little paint now, do ya?” The thing that killed me is not that he wanted to huff paint on the bus, but that he asked if it was okay. It was everything I could do not to bust out laughing.

Tale by Mark, posted on February 25, 2007, Tagged with drugs, funny, packed, paint, question, seat

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