Author: FroggerBlogger

Wet Flat Hair Lady jumped on the bus from the drizzle and humidity outside. By the time she got off, her hair was dry and she became Poufy Hair Lady.

Guy to my right smells like peanut butter. Guy to my left smells like bologna. Hm, suddenly thinking about lunch.

Lady sitting next to Dude moves one seat away from him. Dude looks annoyed, removes his ear buds, turns to her and says, “What? Are you too good for me?!” Lady doesn’t answer. He repeats his question, this time in a louder voice. Lady says, “No, nothing like that. It’s your breath.”

That feeling of dread when someone sitting a couple rows behind spews a sudden sneeze and you hope you are sitting far up enough to avoid the aerosol arc.

Chatty sitting across the aisle was telling her friend that she just got two kitties and named them Hash and Sheesh.

I could actually make out a tune with Nose Whistler sitting next to me. Poor guy must be congested.

Big Backpack Lady was very careful throughout the bus ride, making sure her pack was out of the way of people. But then when she prepared to exit the bus, she picked it up and swung that giant thing around to sling on her back, making a couple of us do one of those slow mo Matrix moves as if we were evading bullets.

Couple chats on bus next to me. Nonchalant Guy: “So what are you gonna make for the bake sale tomorrow?” Girl: “Brownies…drug-free this time.”

Guy next to me opens his laptop and starts working on his spreadsheet watching and listening to ESPN on his phone. Spread out like it’s his home business center. Can’t wait to get off the bus.

The best kind of commute? When there are only 8 other people on the bus, a good number for karaoke.