The Bank

I walked to the bank at lunch time. I relented and took the bus home this evening. Imagine, if I walked, I would not have had the great pleasure of sitting next to a baby who was having a great time pooping. Mom was encouraging the child. I was stuck against the window. There was no escape.

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