On the 140, next to a guy selling baseball caps that he's decorated with glitter glue. The dude across from him just bought one for five dollars. "You can't beat five bucks, but when people buy a lot, you could give em a discount. Sell five for 25 dollars."
The two of them are now talking about alcohol. "Somedays, I think drinking messes you up." "If you're low budget and you wanna get drunk-- that's stupid, man. But I'm getting too old. I think I'll give up drinking and just do drugs!" And they're back to crafts, talking about making bracelets and decorating hats.

Two things to say this morning:
1. Men should never cut their pants off into caprees.
2. Isn't 6:30 in the morning a bit early to be drinking beer out of a Gatorade bottle?

Well, there's a dead cat at this bus stop.

Imagine the smell of the entire zoo packed into one vehicle. That was the 777 today. I swear someone was carrying around a bag full of elephant poop.
Now I am on the 140 and the smell of cigarettes is so bad, I think I prefer the zoo smell.

On the 777 and they're doing that dumb survey again. However, the people in charge are getting much faster at explaining themselves. It is packed in here today. There are way too many strangers touching me. The personal space bubble has been popped. I sure wish my neighbor's sweaty arm would stop touching mine.

On the 8, between guy-with-train-conductor-hat and girl-from-Hairspray.
Waiting for the 140 on a bench with a gal absorbed in a book about dog whispering and a gal eating a parfait.
I sat down in the middle of an interesting conversation between two old men:
"In my day, we used to sniff it."
"In my day, we'd put it on a sandwich with peanut butter and eat it."

Waiting for the 8 on a bench surrounded by an unbelievable amount of water. A fire hydrant busted about 300 feet from where the stop is, so I'm sitting here getting splashed every time a car passes.
On the 140 and boy is it stinky. Would it kill these people to take a shower?

Eavesdropping

The guy across from me had a lot to say today. He talked about his job, his old job, his hair, and how he didn't have a cell phone. He said, "The other day, I got off at the wrong stop, and I didn't have a phone, so I head toward this building to see if they have a phone I can use. Then I get closer, and I see the front of it, and it's the FBI! They musta been laughing their heads off when they saw me on their security camera-- just wandering around..."
Then there was this real intelligent girl a few seats down from him. The driver made an announcement that sounded from the overhead speakers and she said, "Wow, the bus talks... oh, my gosh, that's amazing!" with genuine astonishment all over her face.

I couldn't blog while on the bus today, because I had to work on homework. However, it was an eventful day, so I am now giving the recap.
This morning was rather interesting, which is strange, because the mornings are never interesting on the 766. These people were working on a survey of how many people ride the bus. There was a gal sitting in the front, a guy sitting in the back, and a guy harassing everyone who walked in the doors to help him with his survey. He had a scanner and a laptop and he would scan a card and hand it to each person and tell him or her to give the card to one of his friends before leaving the bus. I found this to be a very strange and unnecessarily complicated way of counting how many people were getting on and off the bus. Why didn't he just ask everyone where they were getting off?
The man sitting in front of me had his feet up on the chair across the aisle from himself and he kept dumping water on his head. This was causing some problems, since the survey takers kept walking from the front to the back. I was surprised nobody tripped over his legs.

Lip prints on the window. That's disgusting.