Bus Report #680

Last night I caught the 2 Clement home, and once again there was my very strange neighbor.
It was raining but as usual she was umbrella-and-jacketless, in her short sleeves and her spandex. This time, her bobby pins were silver and she also had the same kind of silver clips I remember my grandmother kept in an old wig box.
We both got out at our stop (me - waiting patiently for the stop, her - standing up, looking out the window, sitting down, checking in with the driver, looking around) and I walked home to get out of the rain.