Faceless Champions Of The Middle Ground.

There is something called quiet satisfaction. It is rare that it happens sponataneously or accidentally, but this morning I am happy to say that it did.

I know I have spent a little too much time bemoaning the petty torments associated with my morning bus ride. This morning's was scarcely different. The driver thought we were in the middle of Beirut, and I believe tried to dodge invisible and quite imaginary roadside bombs 3 times. There was a wretched cup of coffee shoved between the seats which did nothing to make my "cup a joe" any more appetizing, but the absolute climax came when two people sitting in my vicinity (the only two people really) started discussing the "sinus infections" they are recovering from. I felt like I was in a petridish with these disease bags as they described their symptoms in moan inducing detail. Finally we came to my stop, and as the driver turned up Marion with the delicacy a Scimitar tank might plow through a refugee camp, my coffee just flew out of my cup all over these fools.

The smile that erupted on my face is of a kind that one only gets in the vicinity of marked down Demeulemeester.

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The girls are enjoying a 6 game winning streak in the middle of Spring Training. I wonder if there is such a thing as a winning streak in Spring Training. I hope I didn't jinx them. I only mention it because apparently I'm an unwitting vessel of accidental and spontaneous misfortune. Delicious.