Today was our semi-typical biweekly adventure to fetch our checks from work. We got up, dressed and then gragged ourselves waaaay out to work to do so. Seems a waste of a perfectly good day off, but hey, I'm not going to wait until monday to actually have access to my money. Then we came back home to pee before heading back downtown so I could deposit my check and J could cash his. We did our money thing and then went and had some lunch out, as is tradition on payday. Then we went up to the other mall near home and blew a bunch on groceries and then zipped home laden with bags of food, which is a good thing, because we were running low.

It was when we hopped on the number 6 to go downtown that and sat near the back where there's more leg room since I've got issues with the way the plastic seats are cut so I end up cracking one or the other of my kneecaps on the edges. (I am, after all, a klutz). We make a stop and more people get on, no big deal - in fact I didn't even pay attention until after J finished speaking and we both began to look distractedly around the bus, he out the window and me into the interior of the bus. Now, there's one seat that's in the middle of the bus that faces the exit door, and a skinny dried out looking woman (perhaps a junkie, judging from her apparel and complexion) had got on the bus just after us and was sitting in that seat, legs straight out in front of her. I looked at her boots because they were right in the aisle when I realised that she had her hand in her pants. I looked away instantly, aware that the mother and daughter set in the seat in front of me probably had a clear view of what this woman was doing. I nudged J because I could hardly believe what I'd seen. He did a double take too and then shook his head. "Now I've seen everything." he said. The woman at least attempted to put her purse over her busy little hand, but not with much effort, because it kept slipping. The horrible part was I kept looking back because I couldn't believe myself - and that she was still at it - it was like a bad accident on the freeway. I rang the bell one stop early so I could exit the bus. J agreed whole-heartedly and we stood awkwardly for a few seconds in front of the woman before the bus came to a complete stop. She looked like she really didn't care where she was. J and I made a couple of crude jokes about getting off the bus when we'd hit the street, but I swear, I'm scarred now. (I mean, fine: do your thing, just not on a public bus because it's public ya freakin moron... yeesh.)

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