Next Stop, Pleaseeeeeeeeee...!

I had the unique, and pleasant experience this morning of taking the state's public transportation to work , while my new friends at Galloway Auto conspired and discussed myriad ways in which to suck the life out of my wallet, including the infamous diagnostic fee. No more than 5 seconds after the bus began to pull away, I began to wonder if it was possible to flag a cab down from within the bus. Don't get me wrong, the smell wasn't that bad, but I was wondering if maybe I had somehow boarded the wrong bus. Two seperate people were talking to themselves, one of which sounded like they were loosing an argument to no one in particular. At the same time, a woman on a cell phone was literally cursing someone on the other line because they bought her a pack of Marlboro's instead of Winston's, and how was she expected to work today without her Marlboro's. Finally, and this is really the kicker. An older woman in the very front, with two different shoes on mind you, was out like a light and snoring like a mountain lion. Oh wait, that's not all. Did I mention that 87% of her boob was hanging out of her shirt... I got off 7 stops before mine, and just walked the rest of the way. I was about 15 minutes late, but the trade-off was well worth it!