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Lady behind me on the bus, going on and on (and on) to somebody — couldn’t tell whether she was on a cell or talking to the little kid next to her. “…you know, between you, the twins, and your father, I just don’t know what I’m going to do! If you keep complaining this way, I’m just going to leave you at the doctor’s! Because — no, I mean it, if there was REALLY a problem, you wouldn’t be able to WALK!”

Running commentary in my head; “…you’ve GOT to be kidding me.”

She kept going. “And you know…you and the soccer…do you think your father’s ever going to give me the information about your soccer team? Blah blah blah blah blah complain blah blah bitch moan blah blah blah…”

This went on allll the way from Broadway to Lexington Avenue. She complained clear across town!

I caught a glimpse of her as we got off the bus — think “Lillith” from Fraser — she even had the bun going on. I think her child was about ten, and seemed pretty mellow.

It could be that she’d just had enough today — maybe she’s typically a lovely person — but her brittle way of speaking, and even her carriage, led me to think this is a tightly wound woman. And the one thing that rang though my head by the end of the ride — to the point where I almost walked up and TOLD her — was, “Lady, maybe the problem isn’t everyone else. Maybe, just maybe, it’s you!”

More bus fun!

My other bus highlight this morning was a conversation between two women in front of me. I’m guessing they do public relations, probably event planning. “…and we made friends with his driver. He just loved Jessica.” “Oh, that’s really great!” “Yes, well, you have to make friends with the little people so you can mix with the big ones…”

Um. Three cheers for the little people… Shoot me now, m’kay?