I know, I know. I write a lot about the buses in Seattle. But considering I spend at least an hour a day on them, it takes up a significant portion of my life. Five hours each week if I just include travel time to work. More if I head somewhere on the weekend. That … More Bus Bitches
I wondered how it was I had found myself on the bus hugging a 12 pack of toilet paper on the ride home. My coworker was going on a Target run during the day and asked if I needed anything. Like a psycho, I answered, “Toilet paper,” without hesitation, thinking it would save me from … More Two Ply
“Oh fuck, I am SO SICK” I heard the guy on the back of the bus yell before I listened to the distinct sound of him clearing the phlegm out of his throat and spitting it on the ground. I instantly regretted that I’d chosen to read on my commute to work instead of putting … More Bus Nightmares
“I genuinely don’t have the patience for this,” I thought to myself while sitting on the bus ride home from work listening to two grown men bitch about how the bus should go faster and then proceeded to heckle the driver, telling her when to merge into traffic and to speed up. I’m convinced the … More Something in the Air
I was already tired and annoyed when the man sitting across from me on the train decided that belting out a song and dancing in his seat was a good idea in a public space. It escalated to anger when we were at capacity, all of us commuters shoulder to shoulder and miserably gasping for … More Incognito
It was a cold and rainy Seattle morning, and I had just finished texting a friend of mine a story about my inherent uncoolness. I put my phone away and stepped on the bus. It turned the corner as I was walking down the middle of the aisle looking for an open seat. And in … More The Bus Disease
Sometimes a series of unfortunate events happens all in one week, and there’s a breaking point that seems almost comic once enough time passes that I can recover my sense of humor about the whole thing. It’s a rare occurrence, but when it happens there’s a moment mid happenings where I actually think to myself … More The Meltdown
I arrived back at my apartment in Seattle from my most recent trip back to visit the family in Indianapolis at 1am, which is really 4am Indiana time, so needless to say, I was exhausted when I walked through the door. I opened my completely empty fridge while my stomach grumbled, and remembered that my … More Be Better than Your Predecessor (Ode to 2017)
I know nothing about cars. So when I took it in to the car guy I’ve been using out here and said it was making a “RRRRRR” sound miming noises and told him it “felt weird,” he looked at me like I had lost my mind. Needless to say, I got a phone call later … More Craigslist Killers and Vampire Boyfriends
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