Back to work...

So it's back to the old grind again. This morning, I leave with enough time to get down to where I catch my bus, but wouldn't you know that a slow-moving red Jeep Cherokee gets to the intersection at the bottom of the hill in my neighborhood just before I do, then proceeds to drive like some sort of stroke patient well below the posted speed limit all the way out of my neighborhood and onto the main two-lane road that takes me to the bus. I can't pass this jag-off due to the winding, hilly road and after a couple of miles, there is no one ahead of him (because everyone else was actually driving with some degree of purpose) and a line of cars stacked up behind us, most of which were undoubtedly driven by drivers who were getting as mad as I was. I finally passed this retard in a "no-passing" zone just to get clear of him since his appallingly slow pace was looking like it might put me just far enough behind schedule to make me miss my buss, basically penalizing me half an hour's work time if I had to wait for the next one. And when I blew past him, double-yellow-lines be damned, so did four or five others from the stack behind me. Who ARE these inconsiderate ninnies that actually get up before dawn and go out and drive slow on the commuter routes with no apparent goal other than to screw up the itineraries of the rest of us? And why can't I mount my Browning 1919 machine gun on the front of my vehicle and just zap these boobs when they materialize in front of me?

And then there's my gal-pal, the bus bitch. I was all set to ruin her morning after being off for a week, and when I got on the bus, there she was, sitting in her preferred extra-leg-room seat, feigning sleep, with her handbag (which should have been in overhead storage) parked on the seat next to her to deny others that space. I was all set to make her move it when I spied the adjoining extra-space seat that was completely empty, and I shrugged and took that instead. Of course my fat-faced seat-hogging nemesis stopped faking sleep just as soon as we pulled away from the bus stop and turned on the overhead light to resume reading her Tom Clancy book. The "sleep" thing is just an act as the stops to discourage people from asking her to move her bag. Tomorrow though she's moving it. I just get that feeling.
Today though, karma was good. At the next stop, as the bus was filling to standing room, one of the fattest guys I've seen on the bus asked her to move her bag. (she was doing the fake sleep act again by this time.) She gave him one of those icy "I wish you'd die" looks like she has often given me but reluctantly moved her bag, and he sat down and sucked up all the free space in that row, and then some. MY reward was to get a cute little Asian girl next to me who was not only attractive but weighed about 80 lbs and left me with plenty of room. Life can be good sometimes.