I'm not one to judge, but...

I think there's maybe one single person who reads this, so this is for you.

While on public transit, ever look at someone and wonder how it is possible that they are married?

I do. All the time.

Like this morning when the woman with a ring was picking her nose quite violently on the Max. Or this evening when the youngish man with a ring was proudly describing his latest successful car heists on the Max. Or yesterday morning on the bus, when... etc., etc. I probably have a story for every single day.

I love public transit.