carpool, anyone?

they cough. they yawn. they sneeze. they wheeze. they eat. they drink. they burp. they fart. they bump you. they elbow you. they rub up against you. they step on your toes. they step on your heels. they step on your brand new vans.

they babble to friends. they babble to strangers. they babble to themselves.

they reek of booze. they reek of cigarettes. they reek of listerine.

but most of all, they play with their phones. constantly. they check their messages. they check their emails. they check their facebook. they check their twitter. they call to say they'll be there in fifteen. in ten. in five. they're arriving at the station now.

and just when you think it can't get any more absurd, they fasten their bloody bicycles to the front of the friggin' bus. so ride your damn bicycle then. idiot.