DESTINATION: work posted on 12/16/2005 11:40:00 AM by agentCB
 
TRANSPORT: the #2, the #7
WEATHER: sunny with light fog. a crisp 32 degrees
TUNES: they say, common
as you can see, i've become a professional of sorts with regards to the art of "bus hopping." this technique minimizes the waiting time at bus stops, where the dregs of the earth can be seen listening to their ipods and ignoring each others' presence. on occasion, they also pan handle, and ask you for cigarettes.
anyhoo... through the blaring of common's "they say" in the headphones, i realized that a woman was flat out yelling at some dude on the bus today. we were at a stop and girl got ill on poor homeboy. look like he was minding his own biz. however, i didn't get the gist of it. the bus driver had to talk 2 the lady and was tryin to get her to shut what we call "the fuck up." people started to leave and catch the #7 which was behind me. and it just so happens that i did too.