2007-03-08
9:49 a.m.
On the bus in the morning I like to scope out everyone in the cars below me, they have no idea anyone is looking at them. I see a lot of people picking their nose during the morning commute and a lot of the time they eat it. I like to think of it as their first hot meal of the day. This morning I saw an elderly couple with a super-organized backseat and the man was digging around in his nose and the wife sat with her hands neatly folded. They had the Calvin-praying-at-the-cross bumper sticker, of course. Someone who looked exactly like Whoopi Goldberg was driving a super shiny blue VW bug and laughing on her cell phone and rocking back and forth. A white-haired, bearded, vested Asian man driving a Honda Civic had his seat scooted up as closet to the steering wheel as it could go and his forearms were resting on the dashboard. A suited businessman in an Audi was voraciuosly eating an Egg McMuffin. I saw about five different girls wearing tons of skank eyeliner with loads of Mardi Gras beads hanging from their rearview mirrors. When we were on the I-5 bridge with the gorgeous view I tried to see if anyone was even looking at the view at all and nobody seemed to be.
The buses that run downtown never fail to smell like wet dog. The community transit bus (aka the silky smooth plastic applicator of public transportation) smells exactly like the wax paper from a roll of Life Savers.
Simone wrote about her wet bread phobia and I think it is just so funny.
Happy birthday Gaz. You�re the bestest guitarist ever, and one of the nicest.
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