tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107378252011-04-21T17:56:18.609-07:00Igorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17693424035370224192noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10737825.post-1108008407331529892005-02-09T20:01:00.000-08:002005-02-09T20:06:47.330-08:00Consistently reported that this line smells like armpits and ass. There's really something to not having to sit in the crook of the arm of the guy on the cellphone next to me. Also, this line, mostly work a-holics in the a.m., alcoholics in the afternoon, and families at night kind a line. It's strange the different daytime demographics. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10737825-110800840733152989?l=ridinthebus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Igorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17693424035370224192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10737825.post-1108003320806548102005-02-09T18:40:00.000-08:002005-02-09T18:42:00.806-08:00That same woman hangin out her window smoking a Kool. I know she smokes Kools, cause it always smells like menthol there. Two days before that on the 26 the security guard at a local middle school gave everyone the run-down on gang activity in the city. Made me think twice about where to eat my lunch. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10737825-110800332080654810?l=ridinthebus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Igorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17693424035370224192noreply@blogger.com