Bad Mood Averted

Bad mood. There was a staple in my pecan pilaf. Found out the bad way. Now I’m on the bus and it’s very crowded. I am writing this from my iPhone. Driver is a maniac. Everyone that’s standing is sloshing around like pickles in a jar. The Hasidic fella behind me keeps brushing the back of my neck with his beard. By the way I don’t know why I always think they are Amish people. I can’t breathe. Hard to type with just one thumb. Along Michigan Avenue there was a bunch of anti-abortion propaganda. The guy in the front told his girlfriend that the dead fetuses on the posters looked like sausage pizza. He said it made him hungry. She slapped him and his glasses flew off. Between that and the kid on Lake Shore just now who tripped over a pug and cried, things are starting to look up again.