Mr. Cellophane

Man, have I felt like this guy before.  I mean, we’ve all been there, right guys?  You get up in the morning, ready to face the day with a bright smile and a can-do attitude.  You put on your pants and your socks and your shirt that’s custom made so you can hide your head in the chestal region to make it appear as though you don’t have a head.  Then off you go to work, sitting on a bustling street in Rome, hoping for a few scraps of coin to pay for the custom shirt you designed to make it look like you don’t have a head.  Then all of a sudden, this woman walks by and doesn’t even acknowledge you as a human being.  Right, because all human beings are supposed to have a head.  Not if you know a thing or two about tailor made shirts, lady.  Then she leaves, and you’re left alone with your thoughts and a tin can full of nothin’.

It’s like he ripped a page from my diary.

Aug 2011
POSTED BY travelbugrobert

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