I was accosted by a lady on the bus who was sitting by the window, and I was sitting at the aisle. She said that the airport was her stop – I said it was mine, too, but didn’t get up right away. That’s when the elder woman, who had spent most of the trip next to me quietly, scribbling recipes onto paper from a cookbook, shoved me and started yelling. I got up and said “Relax!”. I don’t think she was playing with a full deck – and while my initial response was anger, I felt sorry for her after awhile. She’s likely a very lonely woman, set to her habits – quiet until slightly riled, and like a majority of passive-aggressive Seattle, a mental time bomb waiting to go off.
Mortie, Mortie: He's no shorty, Mortie.