He and the woman waited for the same bus every morning, but had never spoken. All he knew about her was that she always wore the same simple black jumpsuit. Finally, curiosity got the best of him.
"Nice outfit," he said. "Does it have some significance?"
"I'm a min," she replied.
The man waited patiently for more explanation. None came.
"I'm sorry, a min?" he asked.
"Yes."
Another pause.
"What's a min?"
The woman sighed. "It's short for minimalist," she said.
"Nice outfit," he said. "Does it have some significance?"
"I'm a min," she replied.
The man waited patiently for more explanation. None came.
"I'm sorry, a min?" he asked.
"Yes."
Another pause.
"What's a min?"
The woman sighed. "It's short for minimalist," she said.