A good listener

So I was riding the bus today and I thought I was going to be late. Let me explain why. You see, there are three drivers you might see on that 4 a.m. bus. Whenever the lady bus driver is on duty you might be late. Not saying that women drivers are slow or anything but SHE is. What is crazy is that she is only slow by about 1-3 minutes but those are crucial to the train timetable and means the difference between you walking and running.

Anyway, I barely made it in time but that meant that I would have to get to the closest car. When I hopped on the train it was like the sleeping car on an Amtrak train. People laid out all over the place. I overheard what sounded like a conversation that was quickly degenerating into a possible argument The one guy is saying that he could not get i a word edgewise whereas the man he accused of hogging the conversation was actually trying to say something that the first guy would not let him finish. Go figure.

On the way back I took an alternate route so that I wouldn't have to be bothered by people. It worked all the way to 79th street. I'm sitting at the bus stop and this random lady sits down next to me and starts talking about how she lost her money orders and that she was on the way to getting the replaced. Before I could tell her that I didn't give a rat's tattooed ass she thanks me for being a good listener. Way to go, lady. Now I feel bad. When the bus pulls up I hop on and immediately go to the back so I wouldn't have to hear more of the story for the rest of the ride. When I get to the back I notice that this bus is musty. I can endure it!Suddenly, a guy comes to the back and sits down. What the holy hell is that new smell? Hey, mister? Why does it smell like you have been tap dancing in dog turds? Man, I really need a car.