Luxury Service

So it was a little warm in the office today, even by my standards. That was nothing, however, compared to how hot it was on my bus ride home.

After paying my $5 for the privilege of riding the MTA's luxurious Staten Island Express Bus, I immediately noticed that it was hot on the bus. Not warm - hot. Like no-exaggeration 100-degrees hot (I wouldn't be surprised if it was even hotter than that). Apparently the heat was on full blast and could not be turned off.

Given the fact that it was probably 65 degrees outside and everyone was wearing a light jacket, this made for a VERY unpleasant ride home. I quickly stripped down to my t-shirt, but it still felt like I was roasting.

To compound matters, someone sitting 2 rows back and on the other side of the bus had the volume on their portable music player set a tad bit high- like so high I could hear every nuance of her obnoxious music as clear as if I were wearing the headphones.

In front of me sat an Eastern European man (I could tell by his newspaper). He already reeked of BO before he even got on the hot bus. I was nearly gagging on his odor.

Since it was a packed X1 bus, there was a woman standing over my seat. Her large leather pocketbook dangled from her forearm in my face as she prattled on about some nonsense on her cell phone.

Luxury service indeed.