So...

The snow still falls here in Beantown on this, April-frigging-9th. That would be depressing, except that I have a funny story. This story revolves around this stodgy old businessman who was just outright scowling at me on the T today. I mean, he was really tearing into me with his cold and calculating little black beady businessman eyes. Now, at first I thought it was because my very lax personal hygeine habits make me look like what my Dickensian friends call a "ruffian scumbag." But this was in fact not the reason as I slowly discovered. You see, this dude had dropped a BOMB, like an "eight alarm three bean chili and taco fest" bomb, and in his shame was trying to pull the old "oingo boingo" to make people think it was me. But I'm sorry folks, as you well know the one who denied it supplied it and I stared right back at him until at last he looked away. I felt sort of sad when he got off the train, partly out of pity but mostly because I could never tell his cubicle mates that Chemical Ali's short, Irish counterpart was headed into the office. Oh well

And the snow still falls...