Stain

On the train today there was a stain on a seat near me -- something had spilled that made the fabric of the seat appear lighter. The stain was almost exactly in the shape of a hand with the index finger extended, pointing at the drain in the center of the seat. Almost perfect, except the middle finger was a little short, like the fingers of my kindergarden art teacher. (Some fingers were full size, others were tiny stubby things. When asked about it, which it seems to me someone did in almost every class, she just said, "That's the way God made me," which has always seemed to me a display of remarkable aplomb in the face of 5-year-olds. On the other hand, she insisted on calling me "Donald", which I did not like.)

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posted by Tony at 9:46 AM