Driving my broom
Give me one and let me ride it. Far away.
Where I feel like being when…
My throat is sore.
My nose won’t stop running. It’s like the marathon all over again.
I almost ruined the fruit blender, forgetting to place the blades.
And finally, I have confirmed four travel options to Warsaw, ignoring my final destination: Krakow.
What else can go wrong?
