The Ups and Downs

I am sitting on the only dry part of the bench-- clearly someone else's butt has been there recently. I will try not to think too hard about that. I hardly had to wait at all. I am on the 777 heading toward the 140. Across from me, there is a man in a long black coat, rubbing his hands together evilly. A guy near the front has very crossed eyes. It's hard to tell what exactly he is looking at. And older guy, who should really know better, is wearing a cap with the rim popped up, like he's eight or something.
Now waiting for the 140. And I'm on! I haven't had this much not-waiting in a long time.
Someone has something that smells very strongly of fake cheese. It's stinking up the whole bus. It smells worse than McDonald's in here. The cheese is toxic.