I didn’t think I’d see the day – because I didn’t think there’d be the day.
Have seen it now. The day I actually feel sorry for Trump, his gender and my gender. 36 more words
Is this your girlfriend? The guy at the next table asked me loudly in one of those booming broadcast voices, pointing at her, as if she couldn’t answer for herself and was some kind of stranger even though she was clearly sitting with them, clearly sitting and smiling, and clearly smiling at me when I looked at her not so clearly like he’d asked me to identify a set of keys he’d found on the floor. 1,544 more words