MY MERRY GALOSH
The other day I caught a bus from the railway station to the centre of the city. As we moved along, I stared outside onto the footpath. Mud everywhere, of course, since it was autumn and raining. Mud to the ankles…
We drove past the Rubber Trust… A queue outside as usual – some two hundred, maybe a thousand people… The workers and the idle standing in line. All forming up for galoshes…
The bus continued on its way and I became engrossed in thought…
Suddenly something exploded with such hysterical laughter under my seat, that it made my leg shake… I glanced down, my right galosh was guffawing…
Laughing its head off!
Cracking up with laughter.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” I asked.
“Queues outside the Rubber Trust!” chuckled my galosh and burst into fits of laughter.
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