I found myself on the Red Line at 1:30 this afternoon, staring at this ghost of a girl who appeared to be making her way home from Sunday’s St. Pat’s parade just then. She was clad in shamrock pajama pants, a green hoodie, a “Kiss me, I’m Irish” button, and was carrying a big glittery headband with bouncing shamrock deals on top. She was wearing a monstrous pair of sunglasses, and looked to be hungover to within an inch of her life.
Bear in mind, the parade had ended, like, 24 whole hours before.
Hope you didn’t miss too much in pre-calc class today, kid.