D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

The wretched VTA pulled a new one on me last night: I caught the bus thanks to being ferried to the bus stop by the housemate (it came early and so did this morning's bus home; maybe they've changed the schedule without posting it in the buses again), and we trundled along as I read about St. Mark's Place in the 1970s: punk bands and used clothing stores for punks, and so on. Then we stopped and didn't move and there was some sort of fussing at the front. Someone had spilled the sauce from their bag of takeout food in the front doorway, and the driver took the bus out of service! She made us all late because someone spilled duck sauce!