Ha, public transit. I'm stuck at red light and I look up at the bus window. Spit, shit, snot stains smeared with finger and palm prints, sometimes even lip and face prints, appearing between the cold fluorescent lights in the interior. Like a two way mirror at a mental hospital room used for observation. A grey haired man looks down at me with a blank stare. I lose and look away, I'm just glad I'm not on that thing.