Busses

I know, I don't really need to say more.

We all know that transit is a joke unless you live somewhere all the crack-heads want to go. Apparently I don't. I waited an hour and twenty minutes for a bus this morning. I got up at a quarter to five so that I could come in early.

I would say that it's OK, and that I'm happy. But that would be lying. I don't want Al Franken to write about me.