My ride to work this morning was long and slow because of an incident on one of the subway tracks. So I spent a lot of time with my fellow riders.
You’ve heard of ‘resting bitch face?’ One of ladies in my subway car had ‘resting stink face.’
My apologies to Emma Stone, but she looked much like this the entire ride.
Her expression didn’t change. She looked around. She read her paper. She searched for gum in her purse. All the while — resting stink face.
I found myself sniffing the air, trying to find the source of her disgust, but could find nothing more than the usual subway aromas.
Suddenly resting bitch face seemed calm and serene.