The Jasper Chronicles

The Journal of a Cynical Dad

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Moving Out of the Suburbs Means...

Fresh Air

For 45 minutes today I stood next to a guy that smelled fried bologna. The bus was packed and I couldn't get away. Even when I managed to turn my back his aroma was inescapable.

I'll still commute to work after we move, but it's half an hour less, which means 30 fewer minutes I'd have to stand next to "Mr. Deli".

Two weeks and counting... Me and my nose can't wait.