Yesterday I saw an elderly couple standing by the bus stop. His wife is standing with her arms folded. She is frowning. The older man, slightly hunched carrying a bag of groceries, turns to his wife and sighs. "We've been waiting for this bus forever. I'm going to die before it finally shows up."
I don't know if there is a better (worse?) place than a bus stop to make a death joke. But kudos to you, elderly gentleman, for simply not caring.
Oh, Brooklyn.
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