TAKE THE FUCKING BUS.

But--*those* sort of people ride the bus! You know ... *those* people. Who aren't *our* people. You don't want Precious Princess to be known as a bus-riding type of person, do you?

(heard too many local comments about why people don't want to ride the bus, which is why our public transit sucks)

Some offices actually ask employees not to heat up popcorn in the company microwave because of it’s enticing and alluring smell

I worked in a place like that. At my first CA job I had to ask the guys near me not to pop popcorn because his slightly burnt organic popcorn gave me a migraine.

I bet the bacon popcorn stuff is teh nast.

Honey smacks:

Last time I rode the bus, the people smelt really bad. The busses in my neighbourhood are perfectly fine. Downtown LA...Imma cab it.

My family gave me a "Bad Cat" desk calendar for X-mas. Today's "Bad Cat" has a picture of an unhappy cat with the caption, "The more you look at me, the bigger my migraine gets."

ita, I'll send it to you if you want, but I don't know if you're the kind of person who identifies with captioned pictures of cats....

The bacon department at Think Geek is fully stocked with bacon popcorn. I'm tempted to try the Baconnaise. Or the Canned Tactical Bacon.

Last time I rode the bus, the people smelt really bad.

Huh. I never notice bad smells on the bus. On the train, OTOH, there's often a urine smell. And occasionally a very bad poo-poo smell.

My sister's stepdaughter has a bit of a Precious Princess complex and refuses to take the bus at all, and has vowed that if she ever lives somewhere with a subway system, she'd never take it. Sis just rolls her eyes and tells her she'll have to learn how to use public transit someday, especially since she doesn't want to take driver's ed and get her license even though she is now 16.

J (the stepdaughter) was a bit spoiled when she lived with her mother, and now that she's living with her father and Sis, she's having to adjust to actually doing some cleaning around the house and not getting everything she asks for. It's driving my sister up the wall.

Friend of mine just got some bourbon bacon popcorn. She says she will never eat other food again ever. [link]

J (the stepdaughter) was a bit spoiled when she lived with her mother, and now that she's living with her father and Sis, she's having to adjust to actually doing some cleaning around the house and not getting everything she asks for. It's driving my sister up the wall.

Do you want me to include her in my Spoiled Kid Brooklyn Drop?

Each kid will get five bucks and a cell phone with only 30 seconds of battery life. Then it's SURVIVOR: BROOKLYN SSSS(spoiled suburban sheltered shithead)

tommy, I'm totally not that person, except things that mention migraines crack me up--sling it my way, will you?

London and Montreal and Moscow subways all smelt perfectly fine. NY trains smelt fine, as I recall, but the stations could be dodgy. Urine.

This downtown LA bus had me mouth-breathing with a vengeance and wishing I had my coffee scent-killer with me. It was a disgusting fifteen minutes. BO in major effect. And it was all because I'd rushed to the wrong venue, cabbed it in a hurry to the right venue from my parked car, and then bussed back for economy's sake. Ew.

Never taken the train here. I live nowhere near a station, although I now work near one.

Had to grab a whiff of the ground coffee this morning, for the first time in a while. Obnoxiously perfumed lady rushed to catch my elevator. And then engaged me in conversation so I couldn't hold my breath.

Bacon-bourbon-caramel? Why you gotta ruin that with caramel?