At least wait for me to move my stuff off the seat before you flop down on my stuff! The skin on the back of my hand was thisclose in touching his butt.

than a man who must air out his balls while taking up 1.5 seats on a three hour bus ride..

Plush lady: whoooo, good morning! How are you doing?
Me: I’m good, and you?
Plush lady: *sits down and spills over onto me* I’m fine chiiiile.
Me: *annoyed look*

Ten minutes later:

Plush Lady: Are you ok?
Me: *gives her the head nod complete with a raised eyebrow signaling ‘yes.’*

I don’t know what it is about the morning, but whatever it is, I don’t like it. I don’t like to be bothered in the morning while I’m riding this slow ass bus that’s going to get me to my destination even later than I’d imagine. Also, sitting down and having the left half of your body encase my right half while almost slapping me in the face with the fat of your arm while you reach for the bell stop does not make a pleasant morning either.

I have carried many of things on the bus. From home decor (nothing bigger than a table lamp) to full bags (at the most 5) of groceries. I’ve always hesitated carrying something like a floor lamp, or a wall cabinet. Not now though. Some fool just got on this bus with a dining room chair. Confidence? Boosted.

for being 30 minutes late on a hot summer day.  I got even though by giving the driver a deadly look of disgust.

Cause that’s how this Dr’s office smells. Like fresh spit.

Yep, thats what I’ve been hearing for the last 2 years. Start a blog, write a book, do stand-up comedy. OK, maybe not stand-up comedy, cause for one, I ain’t that funny. And two, I stutter and stammer too bad to do stand-up comedy. But yeah, so, here it is. A blog. A place where I can talk about the frights and delights of taking public transportation.