Happy Holidays

Well, I am back and luckily I am back with a vengeance.  I know I didnt blog last week so I am going to make it up to you all by including a photo!  I apologize for my absence and promise to not do it again.

So I get on the bus this afternoon after a non-eventful day at work (thank you former presidents), to find this pair sitting on the bus:

It's kinda creepy cause it's like he knows that I took the picture...I do not appreciate a side eye.  I hope you can take notice of the gal's ears.  That big black thinks is hanging from her stretched earlobes.  Now, I am all for piercings and tattoos, but that just cannot be comfortable and slightly dangerous.  I wonder how many times she hits herself in the face?  Also, I am pretty sure that dread locks are the nastiest things on earth...blech!!  Just as another FYI, that is not a turtleneck, my friends, but a neck tattoo...sure.

After Brangalina got off the bus, a little girl was getting on the bus and was making the bus driver wait as her mom was coming.  I would say that this girl was about 13 and obviously had an iPhone...sure.   She was standing at the entrance of the bus and there was no mother to be found.  The bus driver kept saying that we had to get going and gave the girl 10 more seconds...and counted it down!  So time runs up and instead of getting off the bus and waiting for her mother, she gets on and we go on our merry way.  Now, I found this to be really ballsy...if I had left my mother like that and gotten on a downtown Seattle bus alone, I might still be grounded.  So we continue and the girl calls her mom (the iPhone is so handy).  She keeps saying, "I am on bus 18...18...bus 18"  We stop at the next stop and a woman enters and starts yelling at the girl.  Oh hello long lost mother.  She had gotten on another bus and was yelling at this poor girl cause she thought she was on 18.  I looked and the bus she had gotten on was 3.  Really lady?!  I can give you getting on 15 or 16 thinking it was 18, but 3?!  That's not even the same amount of numbers.  The mother then gets up and moves to sit away from her daughter!!  That is cold Mom...just straight cold.  You made a mistake and blamed your daughter...well played.  As the mom walked toward me, she had Summer teeth and crossed eyes...everything then made sense.