So I was riding the bus and I missed the shuttle by about 10 seconds. That was OK because I was an hour early. What I didn't like is that same bus almost ran me over when I got to the terminal. I think the bus driver didn't like the look of my face.
Anyway, on my way back I decide to go to work and I took the train. I had just left Dialysis so I wasn't up to climbing the stairs. I took the elevator instead. My question is: Why must people use the elevator as an emergency restroom? Standing in a puddle of pee is not my idea of a good day. Once I got to the platform I notice this guy with a Summer cold. Poor guy. He was using that tissue to clean what appeared to be his frontal lobe then he threw the tissue on the tracks. How rude! The trash can was not even 10 feet away! Imagine standing under the train tracks and a wad of snot paper hits you on top of your head. I'd be pissed! He must have noticed me giving him the stink eye because he threw the next piece in the trash.
So I get on the bus and I see a wash cloth on the floor. WTH?! What was being washed with that cloth? I was afraid to touch it for fear of ball sweat or coochie condensation. Ew.
On the trip home I see this guy on he starts to snap. When I say "snap" i don't mean like "go off" or anything. I mean snap like he was in the Sharks or the Jets and someone was about to rumble. Honestly I thought he was going to bust out singing "For The Longest Time" like he was at a Billy Joel revival. (I would have joined in if he did.)
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