I feel like I drank a pint of gin, smoked half a pack of cigarettes, and stayed up until 3 a.m. last night - only I didn't. I just caught another bug on the moble petri-dish that is public transit. I swear I am going to start wearing NBC gear or a hazmat bunny-suit during my commute. That or buy a car.
Proles, plebs and petit-bourgeios... unwashed masses, indeed.