To blatantly rip off a much better known writer, “This may have really happened; I’m not sure. But I do know that if it did in fact happen, it didn’t happen to me.”
The way I remember it, I was riding in the last seat on a public bus and this passenger got on. It was, I kid you not, a cardboard box with two legs sticking out of the bottom, wearing slightly transparent white hose. You know how sometimes in grocery stores or the neighborhood mom-and-pop store, they will slit a box in half to use it as a display tray for the merchandise inside? Well, this “passenger” was one of those boxes, but it was walking around with its own full-sized woman’s legs. As I stared, it strutted to the bench seat across the back of the bus, turned around, and sat.
I spent the whole time the box-with-legs was seated next to me staring at it/them and trying to figure out how such a thing could be possible. The box