So I'm sitting at the Harvard Square bus stop by the EMS after a particularly traumatizing experience at the post office waiting for the 86 bus watching the many 66 buses come and go when who do I see inside one of them?!

WOUNDED ARM MAN!

I was furious. The 66?! HOW COULD YOU?! I personally feel that the 66 bus is those for the faint of heart. It comes three times for every one time the 86 bus comes. Thus, the people who take it and SHOULD take the 86 are pussies who can't brave the cold or spare some time to observe the bus stop antics.

I stared incredulously at him from my bench seat, but he refused to meet my look. What a jerk. And to think! All this time, I was worried.