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B"H people would go to the top of the mo untain to see what they could drea m: But not me ! At one end of the island-depot was a sandwich shop with tables at which customers could be seated while 50 meters away was a takeout coffee shop with no place to sit. I have no doubt that the reader already concluded that I did a double whammy , bought a coffee, and sat down at the sandwich shop tables. Under the guise of an old-timer intellectual, I couldn't imagine sitting there could arose such antipathy but the story to unfold exceeded any conceptual abstracts than could be painted on a canvas. The hairs on the chinny-chin-chin and sociological extre mities stand on end to hear it. Interpreters speak of the hair on chins of pigs as a n evolutionary development fro m the ir having so mething to do wit h goats. Let's see, if an artist would sketch the scenery here' s what we'd see. The table at which I s it has circular surface big enough for a plate, saltshaker, and intended for a quick snack while waiting for a bus. I sit in the chair that is faced to the street where the bus stops for access and egress of the passe ngers. I'm looking at a two way street with a long cultivated stretch in approach to the corner. Actually, the business culture does not exert its presence around bus stations in the USA, as is co mmo n where people rely on mass transportation. If my cousin, Susanna, should come rolling around the corner; fro m the left turn lane onto the street where I'm facing, and similarly, if she co mes around the bend fro m the right on the other side of the stretch, I'd see her and expect that she'll most certainly see me. The sociospheric pressure was strange, the subliminal cultura l adaptations broadcasting No Leisure Allowed, and I causing static by planting myself like a squatter, the extent of a two -hour wait. Though not certain it wouldn't attract attention of the a uthorities, so I lghit a joint and when finished stuck the roach in an ashtray in place of a tip. The sandwich counter, as stated , is located at one end of a ce ment island so me fifty meters long, with a s mall kitche n in the middle while at the other end the shop where I purchased a cup of coffee. Urban Aggravation is the condition to which all modern city dwellers are subject, so there is nothing strange about the haughtiness of people's te mperaments. 54