13-October-2009 4:42PM

So, the WSDOT closed down the 4th and Jackson Island a week ago or so, which means I get to be all nostalgic and endure the riffraff and "anticommuter" hotbed of 3rd and James...

Today, a petit woman attired in a dark P-coat and blue jeans that smokes a cigarette engages in an intense and extended conversation with her reflection in "The Morrison's" plate glass window. She must have been at it now for about thirty minutes before she says her goodbyes and moves on, going to an undisclosed location to the north on 3rd Avenue. If memory serves, she was verily the one that yesterday was lifting up city trash cans, rolling them on end and letting them plummet and spiral to a stop as if there was some secret stash of a dead drop left for her. She would make her way up and down, both sides of 3rd Avenue like misplacing her wayward soul somewhere, and until she finds it, she'll be destined to repeat these haphazard actions for all eternity.

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The Grand Beleaguering Excellency herself, Spread Eagle Sally gives me a hard and long look as she enters at the last stop downtown. You see, we return to the fact that I place a barrier (briefcase) onto the aisle seat adjacent, which as always possesses the controversial aura of barbarous verses preservation of sanity. I give my best rendition of antisocial countenance of contempt, since in all of these bus internals, there still exist many open seats for the taking besides the one here next to me. She can take her invasive knees and insufferable snuggling presumption somewhere else, thank you very much.

Well, she did just that as a matter of fact, with great reluctance though since I thought I detected a blistering wave of sanctimonious righteousness at her passing, the established set of personal morals ready and waiting to be considered to be imposed upon myself.

-But for naught as it turns out, as I stated; for she now speaks to the Ponytail Man who sits in the row in front of hers sideways out into the aisle discussing various books read, to be read, and presently reading:

"Did you read this?"

"I find this basically an easy read."

"He's actually an author and ran for the President of Quebec..."

"I always look to see what you guys are reading."

"Book clubs are fast-paced, because we don't keeps books around long."

Etcetera, etcetera...

At the last stop after the highway exit, space opens up in the rear from the recently departed, and they in turn (our exasperating duo) miraculously remove themselves to said locale to continue the plaintive discussion.

~Sigh~

Regurgitation of another's ideas is always a pleasure to listen to ad infinitum; wouldn't you agree?