My coworker was going to show me a “cute video of my daughter singing an Elvis song.” In my head I imagined a small child. In reality it was her 30 year old daughter sitting on a motorcycle. It’s in these scenarios that I struggle.
I’ve taken the same bus for so long now that the other passengers and I have gotten to the point where we greet each other in the morning and ask how the other is doing. This must be the meaning of public transit.
I just witnessed a lady conducting a business meeting and when asking questions she consulted her Magic 8 ball instead of the guy she was speaking to. Classic Seattle.