TriMet

Five hours on the bus today, to get to and from three hours of class. That just doesn't make strategic sense. By the time I was sardined onto a rail car at rush hour this afternoon I was wondering why I hadn't just rented a car for the day. On the way to class the bus driver booted two obnoxiously loud and profane youths. He warned them a couple times to quit swearing. They did quiet down and stopped using the big 7. However their conversation continued with liberal use of G.D. this and G.D. that. I guess if you're wondering if the public servant who just asked you to quit swearing considers taking the Lord's name in vain to be profanity, the answer is automatically yes. On the way home a couple of white teenage banger's were on the train talking smack. Nothing major, just teenagers talking themselves up to each other. The crazy lady sitting next to them reprimanded them for frontin'. This turned into a terse and altogether unfriendly discussion on who had spent more time in the county lockup. Testosterone and schzophrenia don't mix well.
The Chevy is getting the clutch replaced and should be out of the shop tomorrow. None too soon either, as I think my lack of time in the penal system has left me unprepared for use of public transportation.