On the 31, with my mother and sister, sitting next to a large blond man. At the bus stop, the men on the bench were polite enough to give up their seats for us. That is always worth noting.
Now waiting for the 777. The 31 was so late, we missed the one I wanted. That is not unusual, though.
And I just helped a perfect stranger set up her voicemail. Fun.
On the 777 now. We're pretty empty which is strange for lunchtime. Whoa! Slam on the breaks! Don't people know not to pull out right in front of a bus? My little sister nearly flipped out of her seat!