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I thought I was going to go insane on the bus this morning. Apparently, New Haven is on the dividing line between Red Sox territory and Yankees territory. Those two teams have a big series coming up this weekend, and the bus was abuzz with trash talk this morning. People were yelling from one end of the bus to the other, "Sox haven't won a series in EIGHTY-THREE YEARS!" "I don't give a shit -- they're gonna win it this year!" That part wasn't so bad, but there was a woman sitting in the middle of the bus -- right in front of me -- who was doing her best to participate in the conversation, but nobody was paying any attention to her. Except me. All during this high-volume, cross-bus argument over the relative merits of the Red Sox and the Yankees, this woman was interspersing -- also at high volume -- her own commentary:

"What about the Mets? The Mets are pretty good. Yeah, I like the Mets. But I don't really like baseball. I like car races. And the Kentucky Derby! Yeah, the Kentucky Derby. I like it because you can get interested in it. You know, someone wins, someone loses, and it's over with. Usually, a horse wins."

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We have a new summer intern in the office, and he has to be wondering what the hell's wrong with Dianne and me. We just had a fifteen-minute discussion about tamales, for crying out loud.

heard on the bus today

Yo, look at that bald woman! She got a hard-boiled head.

I hate midgets. Midgets and clowns.

Five midgets make one person, but he's like 6-6.

I knew a guy who looked like Zelda. I was locked up with him, yo. His name's Lucky.