Lots of people on the 777 today. There's a gal with bleached hair, drawn on eyebrows, and two nose piercings. Someone just said, "I'm on parole, cause I head-butted someone."
While waiting for the 140, a drunk artist tried to sell me a drawing. Then he sprayed me with spit. Yuck.
When you're on the 140, the stops are so close together, you have to request your stop 20 feet away. There is so much brake-slamming on this road.