MOST FUN FORTY MINUTES EVER: catching the 7:20 pm bus from school and ride sitting next to a woman, her screaming baby, and her dog, only to be followed off my bus once I got to the downtown transit center to switched lines. I thankfully ditched that guy and on the next bus ended up sitting next across from a drunk who spilled half of his open bottle of whiskey right onto the floor, and who then proceeded to get up and sit next to me and try to engage me in conversation. The bus drove past my stop, one mile past my stop actually, and I then proceeded to walk home in the cold through my charming, quaint little neighborhood of strip joints, sex shops, and that menacing sign. I never noticed that sign before.
This all occurred minutes after I texted levade asking if my discomfort on the downtown Tucson public transportation system made me a classist asshole, so I think karma is trying to tell me something. What I'm supposed to learn, though, that I don't know.
EDIT: BUT THEN MY CAT CRAWLED ONTO MY CHEST AND STARTED PURRING, SO THINGS WERE MORE OKAY.