So I'm on the 140 with my sister, the-red-headed-swimmer. We are heading home after getting hair cuts and she really likes hers so she tells me, "pretty people shouldn't have to ride the bus! The bus is for old people and all their suitcases!"
The guy in front of me with an ear split in two keeps blowing up a red balloon and then letting it fly around. I hope none of his saliva spitting out of it lands on me.