I take the bus. Go ahead and judge me. Public Transportation is all the rave here in the windy city for the simple fact that there's more poor people here, gas is exspensive and traffic sucks. The first time you take the bus you feel like a champion. You're slapping everyone on the knees, throwing casual winks ooing and ahhing at the fact that you don't have to buckle up. That honeymoon faded real quickly when I was stuck rubbing up against people who were missing teeth and my nose was having trouble identifying certain smells. Then there is this bull shit rule "If a senior citizen or handicapped person gets on, you must give up your seat." How about...No. First of all, handicapped people are already sitting down, and if a senior citizen cannot fend for themselves, then they should be put in a home. It's a tough squeeze on the bus during rush hour, but today a man hinted at normalcy. He had a briefcase, had gotten his hair cut in the last 6 months and was reading a newspaper. Bingo. I wanted to stand up and make an example of this man to the rest of the passengers. "See this man....you should all strive to be this bus passenger. That means not bringing your entire home on the bus with you and waiting to poop your pants until you get off the bus."
