On the #10 from downtown to Capitol Hill, 5:35 p.m.

Clearly Intoxicated Woman: (screaming into cell phone) But I need to SEE YOU. No way, I can't AFFORD a hotel room. Because I don't want to spend the night in SOME ALLEY SOMEWHERE. Listen. LISTEN BABY. NO.

Bus Driver: (into his loudspeaker) This conversation seems a little bit personal.

CIW: I am NOT going BACK to TUKWILA! No way. FUCKING FORGET IT. BABY! BAAABBBEEEEE. I NEED TO SEEEEEEE YOU.

Bus Driver: But maybe that 's just me.

CIW: GODDAMMIT BABY JUST LISTEN.

Bus Driver: I need a vacation. Maybe in Cabo.

CIW: FUCK THAT I'M COMING OVER.

Bus Driver: I heard that Sammy Hagar parties in Cabo. I think he even makes his own tequila.

CIW: Okay. Okay. I'm coming OVER. See you soon.

Bus Driver: You know how when you're a kid, they tell you to dream big? I wanted to be a race car driver.