I rode in this morning, which was a good thing, because yesterday I had the (pause for emphasis) Bus Ride From HELL™!!! Lemme ask you a rhetorical question... is there some other language out there where "Yeah, I take this bus most mornings." translates to "Please, woman that I don't know, tell me about your entire twisted life, and make sure to ignore my obvious discomfort with your level of openness."??? Because I could have sworn that's what I somehow said without realizing it. Let me just give you the brief list of unbidden things I found out about this woman during the course of waiting for the bus and on the ride down (also, in case you were curious, getting on the bus and standing at least 5 feet away from someone is obviously not a deterrent to someone continuing an unwanted conversation with you, they just start yelling.):

* She just started working for PNC Advisors last Thursday, working at 2 PNC Plaza, and she loves it there. * She's just going back to work after taking time off to raise her 3-year old son by herself (emphasis was hers). * She wants to buy a house, but she's been living with her mom while she's been raising her son by herself. * She dated her son's father for 8 1/2 years (don't forget the 1/2, very important), and then he apparently bailed when the kid came along. * Her boyfriend is a fireman for Uniontown, but lives somewhere else because "they don't have a residence clause". She told me where and I just forget. * The master plan is for her to buy a house, and then her boyfriend is going to buy his own house, and then "when we get married" (the poor guy), she'll sell her house and they'll move in together. * She didn't know what sex her child was until he was born; apparently most clothes for kids that age can be bought in neutral colors. * She'll do the same for any more children that she'll have with Fireman Boyfriend, but she's terrified of raising kids in "this moral sewer." * She hates cats, because Boyfriend of 8 1/2 years let his 2 cats run rampant, and she "spent hours on her hands and knees scrubbing up their filth."

There was probably more, but I'm tired of thinking about it. Bottom line, if I see her again and she starts rattling on, I'm going to offer her a nice tall glass of Shut-The-Fuck-Up.