Tag Archives: no tag

Occupy this: or why I love the Muffin Man

She got off the streetcar at her usual time – always late – although she was a little unsettled. Her surly, grim-faced driver was no where in sight, instead, a shining, smiling, rookie drove that day, somehow knew this was … Continue reading

Posted in No doodles, no nametag, no service | Tagged , , | 2 Comments


Image | Posted on by | Tagged | 2 Comments


Image | Posted on by | Tagged | Leave a comment