My trip to the pharmacy went well. I waited forever for a return bus, an M11, which was driven by a total ass; he sped past me before he stopped the bus, so I had a nice walk to board it, and, since he hadn't stopped at the curb, which makes the step up not so high, I had a major and rather painful climb to board. When he got to my stop, he slammed on the brakes and I nearly lost my balance and fell. I guess he figured the faster he made his route the sooner he could go home. I hope he dies on the way. New York life is unpleasant enough without having problems with the employees your taxes are paying to be helpful.
