The man boarded wearing cargo pants with the pockets at his knees stuffed to their limits. This gave the impression that he suffered from an exotic disease that caused extraordinary saggy knees.
The extremely ordinary woman across from me excitedly asked me if that sign said, ‘Steak night’. I didn’t react quick enough, so she just started repeating ‘steak night’ in staccato getting more and more agitated as the answer still didn’t come. Before, I could even say ‘what?’ she shot to the front of the bus and got off at the next step. On the return trip, I saw the sign to which she was referring. It said ‘Hot Shaves. 7 days.’