PATH Train: Judgements 3

Recently, I traveled back to Hoboken via the NJ Transit Bus (126 - whatwhat) and realized that there is a lot more than just people watching. Sure, the PATH is good for the staring of one's facial expressions and mannerisms, but most people don't interact on the PATH -- not the way they do on the bus, at least. People have no regard for anyone else on the bus. It's crazy. There were these two girls discussing what underwear they prefer to wear, but they kept using the word "panties," which like, totally makes me cringe. Moreover, there's cell phone service on a bus -- so just imagine hearing someone else's conversations with their significant other, best friend, parent, etc -- I mean, you can really find out a lot about a person by a simple commuting experience.

The other day, my roommate and I were prancing around Hoboken. The following is a true story: There was this skinny little blonde girl, with a nice little rump, running across the street from her double-parked car. She was carrying a letter that she wanted to drop in the mailbox. Well, here in America, mailboxes are usually blue. The mailbox-like stand that is green, is usually for the postmen to do with it whatever it is they do. Blonde Girl walked around this green box maybe three times looking for the opening. A hot guy walked up to her to let her know that it is, in fact, not a mailbox. Want to know what I was thinking? I was wondering whether or not Hot Guy found her dumb, or was attracted to her, regardless of her obvious lack of a brain.

Finally, I've been deleting comments from someone I'm labeling My Number One Fan. I'm pretty sure it's a boy, posing as a girl, but nonetheless leaves comments under the extremely clever alias "anonymous." I hope you all enjoy whatever it is this cheesedick writes to me.

xoxo

Z.