…today on transit – for starters my mom told me “if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all”…yeah right. Picture it, lightly crowded, slightly quiet except for the occasional squeal of rubber against break pad or so I thought. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out the source of that sound – then I spied him. Sleeping man..snoring…at first I thought he was suffering from one of those conditions you know, but it was nothing more than the break squeal… snore (think Achy Breaky Heart). Now, don’t get me started on people that can’t take the time to familiarize themselves with the rules for transit and bicycles. Just because you’re a cute little blonde in a midriff tank and short shorts doesn’t mean you have certain privileges…yesh….oh and the construction guy I thought was going to pulverize a dweeb……yup I need a drink!