The morning commute started out fairly normal for the most part. I made my way to the back of the bus and sat on the edge of a seat due to the sleeping man taking up a seat and a half. A few stops later I was able to gain a full seat of my own and proceeded to read my short novel. The young man across from me was nervously scanning his surroundings and proceeded to take a covert swig of his beer. I could care less if anyone drinks on the bus but beer at 8:00 a.m. seems a bit much. Maybe it's his own version of the breakfast of champions. Meanwhile, the older guy who snagged the back corner seat was talking to the young mother across from me asking all kinds of questions and tooting his own horn. Fine with me to toot your own horn and take an interest in a young mother but when I kept hearing the clip, clip, clip I turned to see this man trimming his nails on the bus. Real suave of him.
bus rides = entertainment.
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