Outside is grayish. I think it might rain. The Observer is coming over. I am looking out my window and see a Wheel-trans bus pulling away from my apartment. It's probably the Observer's bus.
Speaking of buses, yesterday afternoon I took the bus with a sweet Italian lady. It's not the first time we have met. She always gives the drivers a can of orange juice and apologizes that it is warm. She's the only person I know of who has given a bus driver anything besides a bus fare. She gave me gum, which I really appreciated. Just like all public transit, taking the bus means meeting all sorts of people. Some are OK, some complain, some are silent, and some are strange. Rarely have I met a passenger as kind as the one I bumped into yesterday. A can of orange juice and a piece of gum can mean a great deal when we are not expecting anything except basic pleasantries.
Rosie O'Donnell probably gives taxi drivers generous tips. In the life of the average person, a can of orange juice and a piece of gum ought to be equivalent.