Alternate forms of transportation
I really want to like the bus. I really do. But, with my bus driver’s *GAS!* BREAK!*GAS!*BREAK!*GAS!*BREAK!* driving strategy and the guy behind me hacking then slurping. Hacking then slurping. Hack. Slurp. Hack. Slurp….gah! and don’t even get me started on watching a grown man pick his nose and wipe it on the seat in front of me. Oh and I can’t forget the all important greasy hair imprints on the windows. I just don’t know. Would being in debt and owning a car really be so bad?
The Howard Hughes in me, says no.
