Hipster to hipstress boarding the 21 in Uptown: What is that smell!? It smells like, like…
Hipstress: Like stale alcohol? (pointing to the wet patch that stretches the length of the bus and taking a seat across the isle from him)
Hipster: Well, I’m not sitting there and letting that shit soak into my pants. (pause) God, I hate the 21. This is why I haven’t taken the bus in the three months I’ve been back and have gladly paid for cabs instead. Now get over here and sit next to me before some creeper does!

21 bus, Uptown
Overheard by Driver.

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