7552

That was the number of the bus I took to work today which was packed. I think this has solidified my taking the train to work instead. Although that has its own freakness factor.

There were two elderly women sitting in front of where I was standing and one of them had a cane. As the bus rocked and jerked up Lake Shore drive I had visions of the handle of this cane heading straight for my junk.

I was relieved when they exited at the first stop on Michigan Avenue and that my premonition did not materialize.