Today was a good day for riding the bus. The sun was streaming in the windows like melted butter. Everyone on the bus was drenched in the stuff. We looked like a bunch of human-shaped pancakes.
The pancake across the aisle from me said. "What have you got in your bag?"
"Filberts," I said.
"Snacks?" the pancake said.
"No, paint brushes," I said. I pulled a Robert Simmons Signet 42 filbert from my bag and displayed it to her. "Robert Simmons is my favorite. I haven't had a lot of luck with Winsor Newton."
"I haven't had much luck with men either," the pancake said. "You're lucky to have this Robert."