Wow. The 111 bus was pretty amazing this morning.

It was drizzling at the bus stop with lots of people milling around. About 7:15 I squeezed onto the already full bus.  The bus in the rain thisclose to other passengers who reek of stale cigarette smoke is not exactly my idea of a good start to the day. But it is what it is.

On the bus, I hear someone speaking English. Everyone else is pretty quiet so the voice carries. At first I am just aware of the fact that a non-native female is speaking English. Her accent is a little off and she keeps making errors with prepositions.

Then all of a sudden she's talking about three-ways and orgies.

Um, what?! I haven't even had a cup of coffee yet.

I look around the bus trying to see who's speaking on the phone but I can't really tell. All I know is that the voice is behind me. What I can see is that mostly people are staring out into space. Either no one knows what she's saying or no one is paying any attention.

That is except for the one ACS student who's eye I manage to accidentally catch. Said teenager looks at me with big eyes that seem to say: and you believe that?! And I know that I've caught someone else eavesdropping on a very interesting telephone conversation. I shrug and give a little confused though confirming head nod. Because really, what else can I do?

Oh the things that happen on the 111 bus. The best part? That was all in the course of three stops.

Some final thoughts on the bus: you know what there's no line in the children's song "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wheels_on_the_Bus" target="_blank">The Wheels on Bus</a>" to prepare me for things like this.  All I know about are windshield whippers that go swish-swish-swish, coins that go click-click-click and the bus driver who says: move on back.