At this moment I looked down the street and realized that she hadn't been pointing to the people on her bus but rather to another bus behind her.
I'd become what I always hated.
What I mean by that is while I usually try and distribute my hate equally, there is one group of people I hate above all others: People who complain when a bus passes them and they don't realize that the reason that the bus didn't stop was because there was another bus coming right behind. I just plain hate them.
Also, I learned today that even in small towns busses show up back to back. There's a conspiracy in there somewhere.