Let me just introduce myself by saying there are not many things in this world that I truly hate. Driving on the highway is DEFINITELY one of those. And, well, I live over 25 miles from where I work in a state that has one of the top 15 worst traffic congestion in the country. Both of the highways I have to take are horrible. And I mean horrible. In constant construction since before I was born horrible. So being able to take the bus to work (and hopefully one day the train) makes it a little better. But it also makes my mornings and afternoons hilarious.
Let me give you an example of my typical morning: It is 6:30am on a bus that a year ago I would never have guessed would be so....well....flavorful. Imagine, if you will, sitting on a bus, early in the morning, surrounded by heavy smokers who haven't showered what appears to be a month and also don't appear to have ever held down a real job. I mean, maybe they have, but I'm going to guess not since they prefer to swap stories about being in rehab all morning (I repeat, morning). Now, I haven't usually had any or very much coffee at this time and I find 6:30am to be too early to talk about shooting crack, but hey, everyone has their preference.
So one of these smelly mornings, there I am sitting in a nasty, packed bus with my earphones on when I hear through the song on my ipod these guys next to me talking about being in rehab and the such. One of them then goes on to say that he used to like to hang himself upside down and shoot up in the forehead. And when he didn't do that, he would blindly shoot up in the armpit.
*Blink blink*
I repeat: too early!
And who does that, serious?!
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