The woman next to me just got to the juicy part of her romance novel.
See the guy with the ridiculous moustache and bow tie? He’s bemoaning that we’re a nation of jeans. Stfu, hipster.
So hard to find bus stops in San Francisco!
The train is delayed and the conductor is whispering. No extra credit.
It’s a white guy in a blazer with a cup of starbucks. There’s another one on te other platform. This must be their natural habitat…
Can you see the bumper sticker? It says “beeresponsible”. Is that a call for bee responsibility, for e-responsibility, or misspelled irresponsibility? Let’s all call costco and demand answers!
Speaking of those fuckers at google, I’m cold. They should do something about that.
This blog is an attempt to fulfill the void caused by the moments between places, when checking in to PlacePop doesn't make sense, but somehow, I'm still in a place. It grew out of a game I made up of trying to use my iPhone as a spycam. Its dedicated to the special snowflakes only ever really seen on public transportation everywhere.
(Personal note: its very possible to click around and realize you know me in real life. I'm being silly. Don't ruin it if you happen to know me in a more professional context).
(Personal note: its very possible to click around and realize you know me in real life. I'm being silly. Don't ruin it if you happen to know me in a more professional context).
