On the 140, across from a girl in blue pants, a blue sweatshirt, and blue eye shadow. The door on the bus is loose and extremely squeaky. Doesn't the bus company have WD-40? How hard can it be to fix it and save everyone a dreadful headache? It's getting pretty crowded in here.
The guy across from me now is on the phone saying, "that guy doesn't have any clue what's in his house, much less behind it."
The gal on my right looks like she spent a good two hours on her hair and makeup today. Her shirt is fancy and she's wearing expensive jeans. Along with all of that, she's wearing an pair of yucky old man slippers. Maybe she was wearing heels earlier and got blisters from them so she had to wear slippers. My head hurts when I try to make sense od these crazy people.