In today’s Sunday business section, I have a byline about murses.
I don’t really know. Does a story about murses have to happen for a reason?
If you haven’t figured this out by now, allow me to explain it:
I am a sponge. When I see something unique/awkward/funny in public, it stays in my head.
It festers into an idea. Soon, the idea takes over.
“There’s a story here somewhere,” I mutter to myself.