Here was the scene at the East Busway station at Wilkinsburg. It’s “Coffee with a Cop”. (Donuts included).
🎼 Who are the people in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood, in your neigh-bor-hood. Who are the people in your neighborhood?
The people that you meet
When you’re walking down the street
They’re the people that you meet each day. 🎶
Kermit the Frog would be so proud.
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Things about modern life that bug the sh*t out of me:
- Having to relearn the handwashing/drying process every time I use a different bathroom in all the office buildings and public spaces I go to.
- Standing in front of my front door wondering why it won’t open when I point my key fob at it and press the unlock button.
- Recovering from surgery/treatment enough to run up 6 flights of stairs only to find out that the good savory bagels are all gone and all that’s left are a pile of sweet bagels that no one wants. (It’s still way too early and the building is not anywhere near capacity yet. I have 2 questions: who is hoarding the onion bagels and why doesn’t the cafeteria order more of what people actually want to eat?)
- Finding out that my choices of cream cheese are limited to full fat strawberry 🤮 or 1/3 fat plain, which tastes like school paste. I am forced to go with butter.
- Discovering that my Rep, Conor Lamb, is much more fearful of a bunch of frackers than the people who get up early every morning to catch the bus in order to cut down on their carbon footprint. (Hey, Conor, you oughta dance with the ones what brung ya’. Those would be the East suburbs you were gifted during re-districting. Don’t be a dick.)
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