The really good looking girl who works at the subway right up the street from the bank and who drops in from time to time to make change puts a spring in my step that probably shouldn’t be there.
Yesterday, while on the bus, I had an opportunity to do a good deed by letting a guy use my phone. That seems to be the primary use of my phone. Shrug.
Last week, while waiting for the bus after a long day and finishing up some errands downtown, I got to listen to a harangue (I like that term) from a nutter who was waiting for the bus for 45 minutes. While it was cold out, it wasn’t unbearably so, and I got to hear all about how this was mild relative to places like Chicago, and North Dakota. I showed my interest in the conversation by not looking at him and staring up at the First National Building. This drew his ire and I got chewed out about how this was a free country. I told him that yes, it was, and that included my freedom not to listen. I don’t think he understood the concept of negative freedom. HE then called me a supercilious gentleman. You damn right I am.