Bus Report: Lean Cuisine

So here I am again, tipping my head back to take in the view of yet another bus patron with bad shoes. As I peer out the window, cars gather around my metal capsule... My steel cocoon that seems to glide along an electric rail... Through Lynwood. My seat is badly stained.
As I speed toward downtown, I wonder why. Day after day. A fixture on this 414 and for what? I just can't give and give till my back is broken - I have to hold back a little something just for me...

A slowly defrosting Lean Cuisine sits in my bag. It is undoubtedly moistening my paperwork as I didn't have time to provide it with its own bag. It sits juxtaposed next to a carton of Sugar Babies. For shame... They tell the story of panties that leave marks on ones undersides... (or vice versa). I dream of my low calorie delight - Meatloaf with Gravy and Whipped Potatoes. Scrumptious. Oh, the lady in the car next to me is picking her nose. Lovely.
For now I shall acquiesce to dull torpor, confident with the knowledge that I shall confine my own nosepicking to my office...