After making my way to the back of the bus without encountering any fucked up looking individuals, I was about ready to call it a day. But then my curiosity was piqued by an unassuming man seated directly across from me. He had a massive bag of clothing from Ross between his legs, and an even bigger duffel bag on the seat next to him. He started rooting around through his bag and pulled out a bunch of clothes with tags on them. First he began to fold the t-shirts. After that task was done, he got to the underwear.

This guy must have had the entire Jockey boxer collection in his bag. Instead of folding the first pair of boxers like he did the t-shirts, the man casually opened the window behind him, took the boxer out of the packaging, and tossed the packaging out the window. Once the undergarment was free of its artificial home, he took great care in folding it, placed it on top of the shirts, and repeated the process. It was strange to see someone so nonchalantly litter like that. For at least four blocks there was a hail of plastic, paper, and safety tags flying out the window. After everything got folded, it went right back in the duffel bag. The guy then started yawning literally every two minutes, after which he'd let out in a high pitched voice, "ooooh-weee", and then smile to himself. I got off shortley thereafter.