the308

there was a couple on the bus today. the taller one had his tattooed arm around the others shoulder, toying with his partners long black hair while whispering and nibbling at her ear. i minded my own business, trying to read my holiday brochures and listening to Wibutee on the discman but every once in a while i'd hear these two deep, manly voices laughing in unison. it was in the general direction of the couple. as they turned around to get off their stop, it started to make sense. that is, if two 50 year old men dressed in black mini skirts and matching tops make any sense. i don't know if it was the facial hair and manicured nails or the stubbly man legs that startled me, but as the two disappeared hand in hand down the exit, i looked around to see if anyone else could verify what i had just saw. i caught the eyes of a fellow commuter and she gave me a sly grin. i nodded as we silently shuddered to ourselves.

at least they looked happy.