Everything is Moving Toward Osseo

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."