Seriously, what IS with the number seven bus, or as I like to call it, the Nutjob Express? My commute home gives me access to every freak in all of Seattle it seems. Is there a discount of some sort if you're short a few marbles? There was a guy that got on at one point in a wheelchair and a hospital gown. A HOSPITAL GOWN. Surely that can't be a good sign, right?
What's weirder is that the morning commute is full of well dressed yuppies. I feel totally underdressed on my bus in the morning.
Bonus points to anyone who can write me a haiku about the number seven bus.