Sitting Next To The Wolfman On The Bus

After a long and hard day I got on the bus - pretty much past caring for what sort of madness I would encounter.  I've gotten blasé about people carrying folding dining tables, oil-drums and inflated lilos - they're all par for the course now.

Sitting next to the wolfman was definitely a bit out of the ordinary but it fits in well with my experiences.  He probably wasn't really a wolfman at all but you can't be too careful.  He looked a lot like this with slightly better teeth and after he gave up on the idea of a shave.  I have never seen anyone quite so hairy.  Of course I had this in my head for the whole time he was sat next to me.

He got out quite far along on the Dotzheimer Straße which fits.  The Dotzheimer Straße has lots of oddness.

After that we had to go shopping where we ran in our standard idiot.  He managed to stop his motorbike in such a way that no-one could get in or out of the car park and he was blocking on-coming traffic as well.  He is mein Arschloch des Tages.  He shouldn't have been on the road at all but that's the problem with Arschlöcher - they don't know and they don't care.