After checking the Metro site to make sure I’m going to hit that bus stop on the corner at just the right time to make the bus, I still must wait. That is fine. And, to be honest, I have no grounds to complain. The most likely crazy person in the sleeveless Superman tee shirt and dojo-appropriate karate pants was there first.
He’s ignoring me, which is good. Once I’m noticed, I fear I’ll end up a spitting target. Oh, yeah — he’s spitting at various targets, some human.
I just wait it out… soon the bus will come, and… Oh, hold on there. We’re both at the same bus stop. Well, maybe he’s getting on a different… nope.
We both get on the same bus. I prepare to be spat upon before arriving at my destination…