Wonderful, white, straight teeth
Riding the bus into work at 7 am from the Eastern suburbs, I sat down in a seat and the man sitting next to me says “good morning!” I respond back, little did I know, that was opening the doors to a half an hour bus ride of awkward conversation. The man, who is about 50 years old, me being 20, goes on to say, “Your name must be Jenny, I am Bob” Continue reading ‘Wonderful, white, straight teeth’
