Why I Love Riding the Bus

Yesterday morning a man sat down next to me. I was in my usual groggy state, and scrunched closer to the window. He was middle-aged, well, maybe early 30's, and cute: glasses and sideburns and all that stuff I usually like. So he's fumbling around in his backpack, and starts pulling out a scarf. I figure, yeah, it's cold, that scarf looks cozy. But it's unfinished, it just looks like it is unraveling, and then he pulls out some wooden sticks, and I realize that he's knitting! There is a hot guy sitting next to me on the bus making a freaking scarf!!!

Then, later as I was riding the bus home, there was a young man talking on his cell phone, being loud and obnoxious. Then I hear him say: "Hey man, I'm five minutes away, are you guys getting ready to smoke a blunt?" I turn around and look--it's a 16yr old white boy. Then I hear him say: "I want to buy _______" (I couldn't hear that part.) "Can you front me a twenty...I'll pay you back, I swear...dude, I'm not old enough to buy that! I'm so not old enough!"

Yeah, Metro is great!