Greyhound

I dropped Chuck off at the Greyhound station, which is one of the worst places to leave a friend. Sorry Chuck. On the trip from Chuck at the ticket counter back to my car (a journey of about ten seconds) I saw a woman wearing headphones singing loudly, “Don’t judge me until you get to know me…” Sadly, I had already done the former and had no interest in the latter. Then I passed a young man with no container for his cigarettes. He had one tucked behind an ear, one between his pinky and ring finger, one between his index and middle finger and one in his mouth, poor guy. That’s what I saw. I am sure there were more things of interest but I walk with blinders in Greyhound stations.