I took my same seat, across from the kid. This time we shared a look two soldiers in a war might give one another after dodging a landmine. All I could think about was how bad the fight might have been if the Giants had lost. Yes indeed, this is why I hated sports. Shit like this.
The bus trundled down the street and to its next stop. A well-dressed but extremely inebriated man loped on, then proceeded to sit in the lap of an elderly woman. A few people helped her out from under him and he barely noticed.
And the driver? Not a shit did he give.
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