the lady creeps across the street to where i am standing shivering under the streetlight at 5:30 am. she always wears a hat and she completely annoys me but i'm not sure why. maybe because she and another disgruntled seeming older lady bitch about washing machines and fire codes loudly, so loud that no matter how loud i turn up my walkman i hear their shrill voices.

she has a strange ritual and i'm trying to figure it out. right before the bus is about to come, she'll race with amazing speed to the plaid pantry across the street and let herself into the bathroom. then as she is returning towards the bus stop, she will hurry back to the bathroom and shut herself inside. either she has a raging case of diarrhea or some other affliction, but it makes me almost laugh into my scarf wondering.