December 24, 2003
These United States

tales from the F train, installment 89: coming into town this morning, the woman sitting next to me pulls a nail clipper out, and begins to work on her nails. Not acceptable behavior in my book, but hey, it's New York. Two minutes later, a clipped nail springs from her finger, flies through the air, and hits me in the middle of the forehead.

happy xmas.

Posted by dbrown at December 24, 2003 06:41 PM
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