Sunday Morning

You have to love Sunday mornings. It's the unique mix of quietness and the obscure. Taking the bus downtown is always an adventure but today has been a treat. First, a drunken hobo asks me when the next bus is scheduled to arrive. I told him it's down the block. Then, he gets in my face saying I just want to see your eyes. Let me look at your eyes! I quickly walked away. He got on the next bus and I took a sigh of relief. Not one second later, I smell the distinct odor of marijuana. I turn to my left and there is a gray hoodie wearing guy with a clear umbrella smoking a joint. I walked towards the street and luckily my bus pulled up to whisk me away to my next adventure.