Saturday, June 23, 2012
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.