I'm still coughing after the airplane trip back from vacation. It seems that being on a plane does something horrible to my lungs and causes bronchitis. So I'm going on antibiotics again tonight, with a side of inhaler. Bleh, it's October all over again.
Anyway, on the way back from the doctors office (and how awesome is it that the bus heads directly there an back?), I managed to spend some time outside and hear some very funny conversations.
Girl On Bus with Repeat Stuck (to cellphone friend): It doesn't matter what year it is. It doesn't matter what year it is. It doesn't matter what year it is. What matters is what he's going to do today.
I'm very glad she finally got that out.
Random Man on Street 1 (to RMS2): Monday and Tuesday.
RMS1: And sometimes Wednesday.
Oh, if only I knew what happened with that frequency. Workouts? Bar crawls? My imagination ran wild.