Today, neither good nor bad, the strangest event occurred.
I boarded Bus 4 downtown behind two other city-ites.
As I stepped up to pay, I noticed the bus driver was hunched over. Like when you sleep sitting up - only I could tell he wasn't asleep. His neck was tucked down and was staring intently at his hands.
In one hand was tucked a miniature action figure. In the other was a very small paint brush.
The driver was using intermittent bus stops, 20 second intervals at a time, to tint his army.
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