Simple pleasures

I joined a friend on one of Manhattan's newest city buses the other day, and he remarked how much he liked the new-bus smell.  That was a first.  I've heard of people enjoying the smell of a new car.  A few very fortunate ones might even delight in that of a brand new private jet, and others, slightly below them, in the lovely aroma of a new stretched limousine.  But the folks I hang out with relish the smell of a new bus. This goes to show you where my place in the pecking order is.  :-)   No wonder I feel so close to my fictional princess in her disguise as a lowly seamstress. 

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Foreign films—I hate it when there are ten sentences in the movie and only one single word appears in the subtitles to translate all that was said.  On the other hand, I'd like to hook up with the people responsible for that.  They could probably tighten up the language in my novel quite nicely.  LOL