at the transit center

With the 358 drivers constant jabbering and honking and bitching at cars the whole way, we lost a few minutes, so I watch my connecting bus pull out a heart beat before we arrived.. So with a thirty minute wait, I think I'll just swing into the Taco Joint and have a drink, thus avoiding numerous limp-dick panhandlers and the general strife off todays soceity. Until tommorrow then, have a nice evening all.