It was an autumn day and I was walking through the Boston Public Garden twirling my umbrella in the air and whistling a happy tune while enjoying the melancholy weather when I passed an older man in a trench coat (who looks, in my memory, like the man from Prelude to a Kiss who was possessed by Meg Ryan). The older man looked at me and said:
"Hey lady - it isn't raining."
No comments:
Post a Comment