on the 452

i love the bus. on weekday mornings it's a sea of resentment and anger. but, on the weekends, it's like a moving theatre. today's performances included:

> a yummy mummy asking her 8 year old's advice if they should move to new york near central park. or maybe long island.
> a couple seemingly on the outs - he was bubbly, singing, reading signs - overall, talkative. meanwhile his partner had his nose in a book ignoring everything. shame.
> a gentleman in a tophat & tails with an alligator purse (as in the flap of the back still had an alligators head & arms).
> american tourists from seattle asking, 'ooh, is that harrods? does everybody shop there? it's kinda like nordstrom, right?' and 'do they get earthquakes here?'

good times, good times.