Tagged: reality

a very golly winter

I ask the uber driver how he likes marshmallows.

And he says he doesn’t. Apparently, gollylanders hate marshmallows.

They dread the winter.

I say I’m surprised more people here don’t like marshmallows. I say, “I’ve only met one person who liked marshmallows.”

And the driver says, “I have not met that person.”

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the only difference between real life and fiction is

real life doesn’t have to make sense.