D.O.P.-T.

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The Sunday night / Monday morning bus is supposed to come 5 minutes early, so of course it's usually 20 minutes late. (I believe the VTA is recognized as one of the most inefficient public transportation operations in the country.) I'd had an especially exhausting shift at work since today is a holiday, so it took me a while after I got on and squeezed to a seat I could perch on the edge of next to a sprawled slumberer to realize the Klingon guy was there, this time at the front not the back. He's white and of course doesn't have a ridged forehead, but he is large and chunky, dresses in black T-shirt and black pants, has long, loose black hair, and headbangs to what I presume is Metal, because he throws the horns and occasionally emits angry-sounding hisses or incoherent curses. He also jumps away from his seatmate as if suddenly realizing they are a Tribble and then wedges himself between people on another seat. At least he hasn't yet drawn an energy weapon or got on the bus with a Bat'leth.