Sunday, April 03, 2011

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.