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On the way to work, the bus I caught was an express, but it was one of the old ones with a reasonable number of seats, none of them facing backwards, rather than one of the jerky new ones. However, the driver was the guy who used to drive the experimental prototype, and when we tried to tag our Clipper Cards, and it became apparent the card reader had died, he was utterly freaked. He almost refused to let us board. So when we overtook a slow bus just before the last transfer stop before I get off, I hopped off and made the switch - to find that that was the prototype bus, still swathed in artificial graffiti. "I 'heart' VTA!" it says on the doors. I don't. I suspect they have gotten themselves all knotted up with broken-down high-tech buses and hardly know what they're sending out of the yard any more.
On the way home, the rolling dormitory was quieter and less crowded than usual - warmer weather. I took a seat all the way at the back. The guy on the bench seat to my right was fussing with his knapsack. Then he acted a couple of times as if he was going to spit on the floor - hopefully not on my computer bag, which I had between my feet. Then the guy on my right passed him a capsule of something - I figured a motion sickness pill. Then the other guy moved forward to perch next to someone else, which was odd because it wasn't his feet the first guy had been acting as if he was going to spit on. Then the first guy started snorting something off a dollar bill. None of my business; I kept reading the Metro till I got to my stop.
On the way home, the rolling dormitory was quieter and less crowded than usual - warmer weather. I took a seat all the way at the back. The guy on the bench seat to my right was fussing with his knapsack. Then he acted a couple of times as if he was going to spit on the floor - hopefully not on my computer bag, which I had between my feet. Then the guy on my right passed him a capsule of something - I figured a motion sickness pill. Then the other guy moved forward to perch next to someone else, which was odd because it wasn't his feet the first guy had been acting as if he was going to spit on. Then the first guy started snorting something off a dollar bill. None of my business; I kept reading the Metro till I got to my stop.