Ripped

This is a sticker on the public phone situated by the bus-stop I wait at every morning with a latte and a croissant.

I stand on the right. Yasmeen stands on the left. She saw me taking this, but pretended not to notice. In turn, I pretended not to notice that she quite clearly thinks taking pictures of stickers is a very odd thing to do.

The bus comes at 7:50am.

And I lose another piece of my soul at FUE.