the wheels on the bus go round and round

I fucking hate the bus.

Standing for 20 mins in the cold/rain/wind/hail/snow/typhoon/shit Eugene weather, smelling cigarettes in the non-smoking terminal (even better when it's the fucking bus driver doing it), getting on and listening to everyone around me hack and cough that phlegmy, diseased cough, knowing that I'm probably going to get a disease from that or the seats/windows/railings, listening to screaming babies, raving lunatics, idiot punk conversations, cell phones ringing at max volume, conversations in spanish, smelling whatever nasty, foul lunches that people are eating like they're not supposed to be, jesus fucking christ.

Wanna know why nobody wants to fund public transportation? Take a ride and guess. This is fucking why. Once they ride the bus one time and experience the joy that is public transportation, the rich kids all pay for parking and drive to school. The poor people don't have the money to do shit, so nothing ever changes.

But really, money isn't going to do shit anyway. Like everything else in the world, it's the fucking people that ruin it.