Rec contr' Amor non es guirens lai on sos poclers, s'autra.

Dear Driver of the 95 this AM

You deserve a rash of good luck. Like winning the lottery, finding out that you got a huge raise, and lots of baked goods good luck.

You so totally rawk. I don't know if you thought I was going for a bus pass this morning, while I frantically tried to balance both wallet and umbrella, but I was actually going for bus tickets. So when you said "nah, it's ok, don't worry about it" I was a) shocked, and b) so grateful that I think I forgot to say 'thank you.'

so......'thank you' and I'll get working on the baked goods.

A.

So an observation:

Why do I always wait with people at their bus stops? People being female people.

'cause it's a big city and scary things happen.

So why do I always wait alone at bus stops?

I mean, if anyone ever offered, I probably tell them to keep going, but it's worrisome[1] that no one fears for my safety.

A.

[1] worrisome in that not really kind of way.