Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Nine down, none to go...

The dead cat that is lying stiff at the bus stop on my route to school is still there, after four weeks now. The first time I saw it, I almost cried. Now, I have stopped being shocked, and have starting placing internal bets on how long it will be there. Shouldn't someone have moved it by now? Shouldn't the sanitation department have picked it up and disposed of it? Isn't it a safety hazard? Why didn't it get blown around in the Category 2 hurricane that happened this weekend?

France is so gross sometimes. Four. Weeks.

1 comment:

Scar said...

Four weeks till what? Don't feel bad about becoming indifferent to a dead cat. Just wait until you become indifferent to dead people. That's right, you read it--I see dead people.