laughing till i snort

Yesterday morning I disembarked from the Community Transit bus, also known as the silky smooth plastic applicator of public transportation, and saw Shari whose bus often magically appears at my same stop downtown at the exact same time. Being with Shari helps me tolerate the ordeal of boarding the 3 or the 4 metro bus (also known as the festering dirty condom of public transportation) that takes us up the hill. We got on the grimy cesspool bus and were lucky enough to sit by a sweet white-haired lady who had a purse with cats embroidered on it (the cats were wearing aerobics outfits) and her headphones on, holding a walkman from about 1995. The bus was quiet for once, no withdrawing addicts shouting at the driver, no unmedicated schizophrenics announcing that they are Jesus Christ, no ziploc bags full of urine rolling in the aisle. Then the aerobics-cats lady turned on her walkman and we heard blaring from her headphones..."Highway to the Danger Zone." I want to make friends with her. Have her over for ham and tea. Then last night I kept laughing as I was trying to go to sleep because I kept remembering the drive-by farting video Shari and I watched ninety hundred times yesterday at work. It just gets funnier and funnier for me. If you want, here it is, watch at your own risk. (Okay, since I don't know who all reads this, I'll add disclaimers - there is brief nudity [I love the words brief and nudity!] and a really loud fart. Got that?)