God's Waiting Room

So I was headed home the other night on the commuter rail, which is always an adventure and a half. Tuesday I ended up in God's Waiting Room, the place old people go to die. As I look around I realize I'm one of three patrons under the age of 70, and I think to myself. "Jesus is coming, look busy." Wait, I'm one of the only people under 70! It's 11:30pm for heaven's sake. Did a retirement home have a break out? Why are these old people everywhere?

So I throw my music on, relax and realize the old lady next to me smells like cabbage. Why is it old people always smell funny?

So I'm texting my sister about this, laughing and we decide the new trend she and I are going to start is going to be reaping. Oh yes ladies and gentlemen, you're going to be hearing all about this on the news soon. Forget planking and owling, reaping is coming! 30 people dressed up as grim reapers running amok through Boston, touching people, hovering, hanging out on the T. This just sounds like silliness.

So, being the social network media whore I am, post out to my fb and mass text my (newfound and amazing) Massachusetts friends. Instantly I get 45 volunteers and the rest of my friends in Cali are only wishing they could participate. Oh yes, here it comes!