The Scotto Grotto (org)

It’s really hazy out this morning … So late in the day for it. Seems like a cloud got lazy and decided on having a nap down here. Seeing as it’s now 11:24 am, and I’m still waiting for the 55, I suspect that I’ll be tardy for work. Here’s the bus now.

supplemental: 11:59 am
Snotty kid picking his face and muttering across from me on the bus. (picture added after)

Missed the 60 by inches… It left the station right as we were pulling in. Oh well, that gave me time to swing by the ATM nearby. My pocket money had dwindled to about nil.

I added a “auto-complete typing” program to the palm and it’s working out really well so far. It seems to anticipate very quickly what I’m trying to say. Teaching it new words to add to its dictionary is simple too.

7:58 pm

off to the stop once again… Now to wait for 20 minutes by street light and watch the cars go by.

Again I suspect that had I arrived a few moments sooner, perhaps I would already be on my way home. The case or not, it’s nice to be outside and breathing the night air.

8:22 pm
On the bus. Contents include : older man sleeping drunk, blond woman popping gum, myself, Spanish migrant in a ball cap (he’s a regular), driver talking to his loved one on his cellular phone, three quiet riders behind me.

Everyone I can see looks tired. There’s a faint scent of sweat… Someone worked hard today. Two teens got on, and they’re a little rowdy.