A special treat

Happy The Dark Knight weekend to all of you! This is shaping up to be a surprisingly fantastic weekend, judging from what I've seen on my trip home so far. First of all, an update to the previous blog post. Remember how I described the two girls that the guy was chatting up, since I couldn't quite get my camera ready quick enough before the bus got there? Well, fate smiles upon you; they got on the bus with me today and I got a picture of them. From the little I could gather over the sounds of the ever-tricky Impossible Missions Force, they sounded like they were speaking some Eastern European language. Maybe even Russian, which would have been good for me. I was more concerned with getting a picture of them for you.

The placement of the pole and the arm are kind of hiding one of the things I was telling you about, but you get the idea.

And this next story didn't happen while I was on the bus, but it has to do with transportation, so I'll share it anyway. I went grocery shopping and on my way back to the car, a guy said "Excuse me, we've run out of gas." Immediately, I was going to point out the gas station right across the street, but he finished his thought. "Do you have like a dollar or something so we could..."

Right then, I said, "I don't have any cash." What I was thinking was, "That was just bad planning on your part, wasn't it, guy?" I didn't because I'm at least that polite. I was prepared to help until he asked for money. It's not like gas prices have just gone up for a few, picked-on people, we all have to pay more for gasoline. Ask me if I feel bad for denying him. Go ahead, ask.

I don't. Not a bit.