small things

Somebody near my house asks me what bus he should catch to get to Brunswick. I am pleased because I get to display my local knowledge and be useful to somebody. It is possible that I get a little bit carried away with enumerating all the possibilities, but the guy does not seem to mind.

The optimal route to his destination turns out to be through my house. What’s more, he has a big group of people with him. They all troop through the hallway and out the back door. Some of them leave little flags stuck into the carpet behind them.