One can have no shame while riding on a bus. I'm probably snoring and drooling all over myself while I sleep, and every other passenger on there can see me. Not to mention the incredible hairstyle I must be sporting. I can guarantee that I WILL be exhausted when I actually get somewhere. Someday all of this will be but a pleasant memory.
Hooters sticker on the window.
I question humanity. The Deadheads are on my bus. Maybe we can all sing Kunbayah. I think I just slept through Indiana. The Chicago terminal isn't nearly as bad as the one in Cleveland.