My commute gets more pleasant.

I've written here once or twice about a certain older lady with a Chinese accent on my bus to work who apparently suffers from dementia. She would rant loudly in the mornings about Benghazi, the Kennedys (?!), the deficit, and other right-wing topics. She wasn't exactly fashionably dressed, but she didn't look homeless. She usually had a copy of The Wall Street Journal. And she got off at my stop, unfortunately. I think she goes to the downtown library.

I hadn't seen her for a while because I started getting on the bus earlier. But for the last two days in a row, I've seen her at on the new earlier time. Much to my relief, though, I haven't heard a peep out of her. In the past she'd shut up for a few days because a driver would put the word on her. Maybe this time is no different, but I noticed that she seems to be taking more time to get off; I was, of course, behind her trying to get off as well.

Has age sapped her capacity for ranting and walking? Or is it medication? There's no way in hell I'm speaking to her. She's said some queer-phobic stuff in the past, and I called her on it once we got off.