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Pickle Juice for Breakfast?

I had to be at work early the other day, so I caught the 7:20am bus instead of the usual 8:00am. This may sound strange, but as I stepped onto the bus I got excited at the number of unfamiliar faces staring back at me. I knew it was going to be a good morning for people-watching.

Within moments of sitting down and scanning the various characters on the bus, one particular couple caught my attention. In the window seat was an enormous woman, easily 300 bills and from the height of her torso I could tell she was tall too. Nestled into her upper arm fat was a little toothpick man, he appeared to be sleeping. Without regard for her tiny companion, the woman wiggled back and forth in an attempt to get more comfortable. This sent the man’s head bouncing around in a sea of blubber. The motion was enough to wake him and I watched in amazement as he peeled apart the ziplock top to a pickle in a bag, brought it up to his face and drank the juice. Apparently this quenched his thirst and he snuggled back into his woman’s side. This scenario repeated itself several more times until there was no pickle juice left.

For the record, I’ve got nothing wrong with pickles or the juice they swim in. But seeing this tiny man drinking it from a bag at 7:20 in the morning makes me sick to my stomach.

Tale by Rett, posted on January 20, 2007, Tagged with none

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