Transit conversations and Cereal DVDs

Standing with me on the 76 bus to the big boat on Friday were two first year rower jocks. Funny thing, snippets of their conversation were actually interesting. Definite keeper was when they described a friend of theirs who had recently undergone some hour-long erg, heart rate all 190, working himself so hard “his deodorant was foaming.”
Waiting with the walk-ons at the dock, watching a BC Ferry van pull a string of luggage trailers onto the Queen of Saanich, a little girl remarked: “look, it’s got cabooses.”
Packed four people to a six-seat row on board the old boat and was forced to try and finally read No Logo (Naomi Klein, 2001) while two mid-twenties women within kicking distance discussed/complained about their live-in boyfriends. Both were trying to figure out how the one’s beau could clean his car-greased hands on a new white bath towel or wash the kitchen floor with a fresh tea towel. Both agreed that his explanations