(One card, infinite ways to express yourself: The ___ Cards.)
You know how good things and bad things tend to come in threes? Same goes with strange things. Right as I'm about to get off the bus, I catch a really strong whiff of a smell I associate with junior high: Lip Smackers lip balm. You know, that sickeningly-sweet artificial smell. Then I look out the window and see a little girl laughing and pointing in my direction. Behind me, on the bus, another little kid starts hysterically laughing. The mother of the second kid asks him what's so funny, but he says, "Oh, I can't tell you... not now!" He then launches into a story about how his classmates kept trying to pull down the pants of another kid. And then, out of nowhere, a fire engine comes racing by the bus, sirens screaming. "Fire, fire, fire!" screams the kid on the bus.
Some days are just odder than others.
