By Laura Grimes
“Why didn’t you tell me a naked lady runs down the street with a giant snake?”
I jokingly chided Mr. Scatter that it was all his fault that I was completely unprepared to read this rip-snorting scene while on a crowded bus and that I was forced to stifle gut-busting laughter until I couldn’t breathe and had to spill out onto the sidewalk.
But before I innocently chatted up Mr. Scatter, I did two things: I made sure one Large Smelly Boy was within earshot and then the other.
“What lady? Where?”
The LSBs immediately drew closer and wanted to know details.