I hate public transportation with a vengeance only rivaled by my hatred of mice. Of course I'm just a hateful person in general, but these Detroit City buses take the cake. Forget about standing on dark and deserted streets early in the morning, these spiteful ass bus drivers ought to ran over by the very things they use to pass me by. It's already a comical site to see an overweight, sleepy-eyed grown ass woman carrying a heavy backpack attempt to run. And if by chance I am lucky enough to catch the bastard, I have to simultaneously hold on to dear life while sticking my money in that stank box that only takes crispy bills and wipe that stinging sweat out of my eye. But oh wait, there's still two more buses to catch. So by the time I'm standing on that bitch surrounded by lazy men cuddled against their freaking lunch boxes, I really want to turn around and go home.
