How I Met Peter (from the “NUTS!” collection)

On returning from conversing with Ted in the buffet car, everything lurched.  The train, that is.  Ted may have a nervous tic under his eye but once loaded with drink, he’s incapable of walking, much less lurching.

Unfortunately my ‘espresso-to-go’ slopped, decorating Peter’s seat.  Through his fortunate absence, Peter was uninjured.

Returning from the ‘carriage of dubious pleasures’ he was treated to a rare sight.

Kneeling in the walkway, dabbing ineffectually at the hot stain with a soggy paper napkin, I froze when I heard the question: “What’s a lost little thing like you doing in economy class, Your Highness?”


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