Saint Jude Gave Me Purple Carrots
I was getting a bagel and a coffee, and the girl behind the counter was looking at me weird. She was, like, really staring at me. I’m not a handsome guy, so it didn’t make sense. I got all self-conscious and touched my face thinking maybe there was something stuck to it. Nope. Just my normal knobby-old face. “Something wrong?” I said to her.