Sitting on the bus with a dysfunctional ipod resting in my lap on the way home from school, I'm in a rut because my minds melting of boredom. My mind skips between several thoughts, the excessively buttery salmon I had for lunch, the acne bespeckled kid from math class who's finally introduced himself, and whether it's really necessary that I shower tonight. My thought process halts at the random remembrance of a certain individual several inches taller than me. I start to long for the height that eludes me and stare out the window admiring the stature of those passing by.
" She's tall" I think, observing a tall, clearly European woman in her thirties walking along side the treading bus. "She's taller" I decide a second later as my gaze lands on a statuesque woman in heels. I spot my third victim. She is an aged Russian woman, like those you typically think of when you hear the word "babushka". My analysis of her appearance is curtly cut short by a mental pause whereafter I resolve," her hair's tall" and smirk.
Well, journal, it's been a lesson well learned.
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