Dear readers (all four of you):
I'm sure that at some point or other you have wondered where the title of this blog came from. Probably, the idea of a face-as-seat has made you uncomfortable. Well, wonder and squirm no longer! Here is the tale of the seat-face bandit.
I was riding my bike down Halsted one night last September. I stopped at a red light. The street was eerily quiet. Suddenly, I heard a gruff voice out of the darkness: "I wish that seat was my face." The light turned green. I pedaled away furiously, skeeved and amused.
And that, friends, is my story. OK, it's not much of a story. So why title my blog after it? Because it is the funniest thing that has happened to me since I moved here to Chicago.
Fondly,
Mary Cait
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment