Wednesday, November 23, 2022

APPROACHING A PUBLIC PROBLEM

Somehow I ended up in a conversation between the Turkey Vulture (small roommate type creature) and the Apartment Mate (who lives in the other room) about fatty inner thighs and public transit. He (the turkey vulture) says that the solution to ALL transit problems is not budget related, nor frequency, but more carrion eaters on the bus. So that when necessary they could trim the fatty inner thighs of certain passengers, thus making them look better.
And everyone would be more comfortable.

Which means that the apartment mate cannot use public transit. Her thighs aren't fatty enough. There would be nothing for the turkey vultures on the bus to do.
A waste of public time. Quod erat demonstrandum.

Me neither. Both of us need to fatten up.
He's hungry.
SAN FRANCISCO BAY FERRY

I may have incautiously mentioned the woman with the cane, shopping cart, and voluminous robes, who had a hard time squeezing past me, despite there being plenty of clearance for other people. A white Karen, obviously artistic, who would not shut up about how small the public buses were.

The turkey vulture has a neat solution for that.
And there would be distinct benefits.
Artistic Karen would fit in.
Anywhere.


The more I think about it, the more a flock of cheerful carrion eaters feasting on the body parts of certain fellow passengers appeals to me. And there is an elegance to that.



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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You should write short stories. Plenty of independent publishers out there now. Your devoted dedication to the macabre, perverse, and sensitive makes for a fine foundation for an anthology down the road. Fer shure.

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