There’s a new guy at the Cleveland Circle T stop in the mornings (BTW: the CC T stop has literally become just like my elementary school bus stop), and for days it’s been bothering me that he looked so gosh darn familiar, but I couldn’t place him. Well, it has finally hit me: the Heat Miser from The Year without Santa Claus. How seasonally appropriate!
Is it creepy that I took a picture of him with my bberry? You betcha! But I’m embracing it.