Not broken in pieces like hated little meeces

Today I left the apartment at 4 to catch the bus to work. I arrive at work at 5:05, which is LATE.

How did it take over an hour to travel what is basically a seven minute car trip and normally a thirty minute bus/light rail ride? I'M TALKING TO YOU, MINNEAPOLIS PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION.

There was one woman who spent the entire time engaged in what I first thought was an animated conversation on a cell phone with one of those hands-free headsets, but she wasn't really. She just talked for an hour, sometimes indignant, sometimes amused, like an old chatty cathy doll spilling out the words of years to everybody and nobody in particular. She talked while she walked to the bus stop, talked the whole ride, talked as she got off the bus and trudged down the block as the bus rumbled on. She's probably still talking now. I wonder if anybody's really ever listened. Maybe Cappy. Maybe not.