There is a certain happiness sighted when your bus comes along. It is of course a small specialized form of happiness and will never be a great thing.

-Richard Brautigan, The Old Bus

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Oh, what happens when it rains?

While waiting in a drizzle for the bus this morning, it occurred to me that I know why people who oppose public transit say things like "Oh, what happens when it rains hard, which does happen?"

Now, if only a little splash of water could eliminate the racist agoraphobe demographic and the other transit naysayers.

I will keep a bucket of water handy.

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