She huddles there, buried beneath piles of her beloved garbage. She inhales the manufactured smell of the plastic grocery bags. The recent spike in temperature has increased the pungency of the rotting food inside them, creating a fragrance that perfectly juxtaposes the repulsive and the intoxicating.
“I should bottle this,” she thinks. “I should bottle this and sell it. ‘Madame Refuse’s Eau des Ordures: One Man’s Trash is Another Man’s Treasure.’ I’d be rich!”
Yep. Bag lady on the train today.
I am getting very excited because Leta is coming to visit ON THURSDAY! Just a few days until we can have our super awkward, super complimentary discussions IN PERSON. I have missed her indeed.