Tuesday morning, 9/28/10, jungle to jungle run, bus 358

With an ambient humidity index of 180 degrees, bum schweat dripping from the ceiling and the methadoners clacking away like a pack of crazed monkeys its like being in a tropical jungle on this hot, boiling hotdog of a bus. One would think the driver would have the heat off... but no sir, its maintaining a solid 80, and lord almighty! The Gurney Boy is bringing his putrid urine sack game onboard, this may lead to a mass outbreak of passenger vomiting if those bags aren't empty, but fortunately for me I'm in the back, but I can see several ladies up front faces start to turn green and then they promptly get off the bus to wait for the next one. The Horror........