Ah, yes. Today it was back to the Ann Arbor I know and love. I was on the bus coming home tonight, sitting next to the window. A woman on a cell phone sat down next to me and started yacking. This went on for five minutes. I pulled the cord to ring the bell for my stop. I stood up when the bus pulled over. Nothing. She was still yacking and doing everything she could to ignore me. I said, “Excuse me, can I get out?” She barely bothered to stir herself and made a sour face at me while continuing her life-or-death conversation. Some of the other riders glared at me as though I had committed some sort of breach myself because I wanted to get off at my stop. Whatever.
