24-September-2009 4:38PM

So I walk up Jackson Street to just cross the overpass to King Street Station on my way to the bus when I am caught behind a pair of waddling women attired in a most peculiar fashion, such as the demons of my dreams that always appear in pairs where one is short and one is tall and both of gargantuan girth. Both wear shabby homemade dresses buttoned up the front with fraying threads juxtaposed along all the edges like spontaneously arranged fringe. I try not to get too close for I am leery of any kind of potential deathly stink that is most likely trailing off of them in some reeking roil. Just thinking about it makes my stomach somersault and twist in nauseating fashion.

The tall one, as I notice while attempting to get around her ambles on the very edge of the sidewalk's curb, almost disallowing any sort of person that may be in need of a brisker pace to reach that destination of transfer (namely me if you must know).

I say, "fuck it" under my breath and invoke a tiny morsel of the stored rage that I've collected over the many years since birth and sequestered dexterity and plow past her on her right dancing on the tightrope between the street of oncoming autos and her slovenly stroll. As I slip past I discern a rather large pair of goggles strapped via a black elastic band about the rear of her head which are usually so quintessential for use in chemistry labs that may involve small exothermic combustions or explosions.

I immediately call up a friend of mine (for those in the know her name is Cannoli), for she always has something clever to say in these type situations, especially since she herself worked in such a lab once upon a time. Our conversation went something like this:

I say, "Hey, I just passed a couple of fruitcakes on my way to the bus."

"What about them?" she asks.

"Well, one of them is wearing a pink cloak and a pair of chemical goggles."

She considers for a second's worth of time, then says, "Sound's like Doctor Horrible."

"Doctor Horrible?"

"Yeah, Doctor Horrible."

"Ha ha ha! You're right of course..."