I took the bus to work today, and as I was looking out the window into the car next to the bus, motion caught my eye.

Emerging from the driver's sensible attire of shirt and pants was something being flopped back and forth rapidly.

Oh wait, that's a dick.

But he's totally limp, which is odder to me than if he was having some fun on his way to work. On the busiest street in San Francisco, no less.

Our eyes meet through his moon roof for a moment as the bus drives off.

I dissolve into a minor fit of giggles. The man sitting in front of me turns his head, dismisses me as another insane commuter, and faces front again.

That incident should have disturbed me more than it did. I'm still amused.