I knew the bus routes well and if I needed a new one there was a website that would plot it out or me. I hated the bus because it was dirty (both grit and in a biologically active way), there was always someone sick, it was frequently crowded, I always had to keep one hand over the pocket with my wallet in it and one arm around by backpack when sitting down. It either smelled like cigarettes and unwashed black people or cigarettes and unwashed Mexicans (yes, you can learn to tell the difference after time). There was always someone talking about 20 decibels too loud and about something really ret*d and annoying, there was usually someone trying to chat with the bus driver and thus slowing them down, the buses usually ran late, there was usually someone with screaming crack or anchor babies, the buses rarely met up on time which caused me to run another hour late, I got really tired of getting hit up for quarters and cigarettes, and the wait times between buses were physically tiring. I'm probably forgetting things.
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"Gun control is like trying to reduce drunk driving by making it tougher for sober people to own cars."
- Unknown
"A fear of weapons is a sign of ret*d sexual and emotional maturity."
-Sigmund Freud