On the bus ride here (the slow boat to midtown), I was sitting in front of two pieces of trash (not the hefty type, although quite large). Right when I get on and sit down, the bitchy toad for a woman spoke loudly, "why won't you buy me a house" and "you given me mixed messages." Her delinquent Romeo replied with herointonations something about taking a deep breath at the racetrack. I wanted to scream at them, wring their necks and bash their heads in with their own sneakers. But, I was tired so I shut my eyes and pretended to sleep.