Bus Report #852
A man with bleached-blonde hair stood at the corner waiting for the light to change, hula hooping with a glow-in-the-dark hula hoop.
He was good.
The light changed and he dashed across the street to get on the bus.
He slid in to the seat beside me and balanced his hula hoop between his leg and the back of the seat in front of us.
This morning, as seen walking to work from the bus stop -
Half a studded belt discarded on a stone bench.