Oink, Oink (Ok, this is about Pig Tails)

If you have dark hair and excessive gray roots, I don't recommend wearing pig-tails.  I'm not someone who thinks pig-tails are only for 7-year olds; I think older gals can pull it off and look very cute/sporty.  But, if you're sporting a lot of gray, and you have put the tails in haphazardly (as the woman I saw on the bus yesterday had) then it looks terrible.  She had bangs too, which was just another place on her head to show off her roots.  The purple puffy coat and pink converse just added to the entire ensemble, a definite 'no'.

Tips I Pick up from Fellow Bus-riders

The conversations you overhear on a bus are pretty varied.  People tend to talk really loudly when they're riding Metro and so you can't help but listen in as they pass on the wisdom they've accumulated.  This could probably be an entire blog...Eavesdropping on the Bus...I may consider it.  The other day I was on the #5 travelling along Greenwood/Phinney and was sitting behind 3 riders who were all sitting in separate seats, and then were turned towards each other as they conversed (picture knees, legs, feet in the aisles).  The topic was where the best food banks were located, and what kinds of products they each offered.   My ears perked up, because this isn't something I would necessarily be looking for in one of my millions of Google searches.  And I think it's the kind of thing that you really need that 'word of mouth' reference to find out about.  I felt lucky; lucky that I don't have to use the services of a food bank, and also lucky that I had the opportunity to listen in on their advice, because you never know what the future will hold.  One of the gentlemen was already diving in to his supplies, eating Fage yogurt (one of my favorites, and expensive as hell) with his fingers (which was a little disturbing to watch).  The gal (who had a fabulous leather coat on, long duster-style with a patchwork/hobo design, definitely vintage, blue and red thread in the stitching, I almost complimented her on it but held back) was finishing up some doughnuts (which I was a little jealous of since I'm on a fairly strict no carb/no sugar eating plan right now).  OK, now back to my description of how they were seated...legs, knees, feet in the aisles.  If you ride the bus, you've probably encountered this, riders talking to each other across the aisles, so you have to kind of scooch your way around them.   Here's what I thought was interesting, though: one of the guys in front, as a rider was exiting and had to scooch around him, said out loud: "Can't you say 'excuse me'?"  Now, I would think that it's up to the folks who are spread out in the aisle to excuse themselves and get out of the way...but not, apparently from their perspective.
I still wish I'd commented on that woman's coat....