Bossy’s friend Martha turned
nineteen thirty-whatever-young-snooze last weekend, and to celebrate, her husband invited a few friends out to dinner—which included Martha’s oldest friends from college, and it included Martha’s Oldest friend:
alcoholics adults, the group decided the train would provide safe transportation to and from the restaurant, and so they gathered at Bossy’s local train station clock at dusk:
In no time they were deposited in the city on the way to the restaurant to meet a few more friends:
And then this happened. The end:
Luckily the party was soon seated at their table:
And they ordered all kinds of delicious things from the Family-style Menu, which is just another way of saying We’re going to charge you $16 for three pieces of sushi you’re not going to know how to divide between seven people:
Hapfffeeee Burrrrfday Martha!
After dinner Bossy had An Incident in the bathroom—namely she couldn’t figure out how to turn the faucet to the on position. Do faucets have an on position?
After Martha’s husband
mortgaged the house paid the check, the friends hit the streets for their walk back to the train station:
Bossy was so happy they were taking the train home:
Because Bossy just loves trains:
Yes, you are correct: seven
farters friends squeezed in a car that only seats five for the entire ride home, and here’s how they did it:
But don’t worry,
readers reader, it was just for a few city blocks. And one small highway. Just kidding. Not. Yes. Not.