The worst part of the art of public transportation is the stupid walking. Walk to the bus stop, where the bench is wet and I'm wearing white pants. Walk across 2 streets. Walk walk walk all the way to my office. It will be even more annoying in the upcoming 8 months of ballfreezing rain.
The first day, a blind guy sat on me. It was the most erotic thing to occur to me in a really long time. And I discovered that I was the only one to gets off at my stop on the entire bus. I had to pull the stupid cord, at which point it yelled "STOP REQUESTED!!!" at the top of its bus lungs. "Well not right this second," I said, causing everyone to stare at me. Even the blind guy.
There's a workshop for wayward teens and homeless dudes beside my work, and I just KNOW everyone thinks that's where I'm going. I've become the token crazie. Yay. How fitting.