“The Scream” by Edvard Munch (1893) (Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)
I get back from walking the dog and Linda is calling for me to go out on the back porch. Someone is screaming for help.
So out to the porch I go and I hear someone screaming. I walk out to the street to see what’s going on. Nothing. Just some old guy standing at the bus stop.
I thought maybe the screamer was around the corner so I walked down by the bus stop and asked the old guy if he had heard someone scream.
He said that it was him. The f-ing (he said the whole word) buses were making him insane and he was screaming to let the insane out.
I said “OK” and went back home. Just another day in Chicago.
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