On the 49 Dugald, which I take every morning to work, there is one middle aged guy who regularly sits in the very back seat next to the window. He sits silently, wearing his well-worn Dale Earnhardt baseball cap, and a Dallas Cowboys Starter parka, and methodically clips his finger nails every week and half, making sure that he casually discards his no-doubt yellow and brittle nails in a pile on the bus floor.
I'm thinking of writing Transit and asking for a new Busology to deal with this guy. I fear that summer will bring sandal season and toe nail clipping and I just can't handle that.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Ugh... I feel your pain, Brent: