GOOCHONLINE - Since 1999

I rode the bus today to take keys to the Ford dealership so they can fix whatever the hell is wrong with it. I could have caught a ride but a walk to the bus stop didn't seem like a bad idea. Once on the bus I did the usual people watching. It's not as fun as the downtown MAX line, but amusing nonetheless. A baby wouldn't stop crying and then another passenger with a baby boarded and sat across the other baby. The crying stopped and the two infants stared at each other while sitting on their Mother's laps. They looked like they were communicating with each other somehow through grunts and squeals. I imagined what the conversation was like:

Baby Girl: How's it going?

Baby Boy: Good. Threw a bunch of food around my high chair and ultimately caused myself
another bath. Listened to some Raffi after that. Good times. You?

Baby Girl: Oh, unconsolable crying until Teletubbies come on. That shit is Hypnotic! You threw the food around? Did you eat any at all?

Baby Boy: Oh, yeah. I ate enough to shit myself later. I think we're going to the bank, so I'll wait until we're standing in line.

Baby Girl: Well played. Well played.

Baby Boy: It's how I roll.

I refuse at this point to read the uniparagraphed blog below this one and the audio one. It's creepy to read what my drunken subconscous has written, especially with the events as of late. I'm going to crack open a bottle of wine and watch something on TV.