The Woman with the Black Tail April 23, 2008

I’m at Pearson, waiting for my flight to depart. Laurie and Scott are heading to Mexico, but no one is heading on JetsGo. JetsGo is no more. A woman, plump, walks by wearing cream pants and a black leather jacket. She must’ve been wearing a black scarf too, but you couldn’t tell. All you could see was a black tail dangling between her legs, trapped by her fat thighs. If only her scarf hadn’t been black or her pants cream.

Though I suppose a black tail is better than an electric blue or lime green one.