Bikes and Buses

I gave Justin a present yesterday night. Humble, but it doesn't matter, because I know he liked it. It was this green t-shirt from Threadless that has a bike on it and a reference to it having infinite MPG. Yeah. And I kind of got myself one too, but I didn't tell him that. I just really wanted it too... and yes, I am very frightened at the prospect of us matching one day, because that would be disgustingly cute. And also, the probability of that happening is actually pretty high, considering both of us wear the exact same 7-10 outfits. And I'm overestimating there.

I've discovered a talent of mine: Falling asleep on the bus and waking up at exactly the right time to get off. Sleep maximization. I feel like I'm a marine. The bus driver flipped out on a guy you had a bus-pass but enter through the back. And the old guy that entered through the back started freaking out too, and her was foreign so was yelling. That's what foreign people do. And you couldn't really understand what he was yelling back, but it was a recognizable, poor rendition of something in English. Mind you, this was one stop before I was to get off... so I'm standing just waiting for us to get going so I can get off, and they're yelling at eachother...

The moral is: don't piss off bus-drivers, because they don't have much to lose. They're bus drivers. Their job sucks and they don't care how many buses they have to vear off the side of an highway overpass in order to get fired, but prove a point.