Memo To The Universe At Large:

Twice more since Sunday have I dealt with crazy people at bus stops. This is not a trend I’m happy about in the least, especially now that my wonderful Neuros seems to be giving up the ghost. If I don’t have music, the appropriate replacement is peace and quiet, not insane ramblings from complete strangers.

Sure, they’ve been harmless in general, but they’re annoying. I don’t want a dissertation on how different Tri-Met lines have different standards for how long a driver gets a particular route. I don’t want to hear about some creepy old guy’s medicinal needs, or his escapades at the strip club. And I don’t want to converse with people who think ducks aren’t birds.

That will be all. Thank you for listening.