It’s 90.43 degrees in Seattle. Just about too hot for those of us that are from here.
Loading onto the bus, you can ALMOST feel hint of AC, when your hopes are dashed as the coach fills to standing room-only.
The driver must be new as he swerves like a teenager who’s just been given the keys.
Now at first it’s great for one’s core because really, that’s the only thing keeping you from flying out of your seat… But then the braking. It is as if this poor driver isn’t quite sure where they actually begin or end.
The jolting ensures you cannot actually doze in the surface-of-the-sun ‘312’ and the quick lane changes are insurance that we may not make it out alive.
Ah, the Monday evening commute…