Why Bus Cords Are Great

Yesterday, on the bus, I chatted up the girl next to me. Describing her 4th of July, I thought she said she worked in Old Town (Alexandria) and had to work at a party. I said this either meant she was a clown or worked at a restaurant. Her confused look did not bode well for me. Turns out what I heard as "Old Town" was actually "hotel", where I suppose having a party would make perfect sense, even if she weren't a clown. I pulled to chord and got off a little earlier than necessary. For the exercise, of course.