Smells like nail polish remover here on the 766. There's a guy with hot pink hair towards the front.
Now waiting for the 140. This crazy dude is waving his hat around, shouting, "can we get some kind o' connection here!"
On the 140, across from a large man with a hat pulled over his eyes. I'm in between a cross-eyed girl and a hairy man with a lot of earrings.
Why is there freezing cold air blasting up from behind the seats