
My roommates sent me off from the bus stop with a goodbye that rivaled 12 of my relatives coming to drop us off one time on the way back from India. There were only 3 of them. So, taking the bus takes approximately 2 hours (horrid, I know) and involves changing buses twice. During that time, I watched a lot of people out of the corner of my eye (and some of the creepier ones, lacking my adept peripheral skills, not-so-subtly watched me back) as Something Corporate blasted loudly enough for everyone within 3 feet of me to hear. My observations were such:
- The incidence of heels in downtown is significantly higher than elsewhere around the city. None of the women wearing them looked happy. Not one. Most were frowning.
- Strange Indian people will stare at you openly when they can't tell by your skin color whether you are also Indian or by your dress whether you're a fob.
- Sometimes, small children will try to climb out of the open windows in moving buses when their parents aren't looking.
- Airport staff deal with a lot of awful terrible shit from idiot travelers. I tried to be extra extra nice to the poor man who checked my bags in because the guy before me was an Axe-clouded, hair-spiking, fake tanned bag of douche.
- Homeless people get away with smoking weed straight up on the street while police officers walk by without a second glance.
- People exist who cannot figure out how to access airport Wi-Fi (by opening your browser). These people will ask you really nicely for help though, so you can't even be amused by their ineptitude without feeling like you just lost a lot of karma points. Which you probably did.

And now, back to one of the best movies of all time, The Emperor's New Groove, as I hope to the good lord this flight boards on time, though it's looking unlikely.






















