The moon was full tonight.
Back when I used to commute to school on the bus, I met a driver who told me the strangest people always come out on a full moon. He was right, for the most part. I had only ridden home with him on two full moons, and both times people that I had never seen ride the fifty-nine bus before boarded. The first full moon, the oddest person was a man who had his face nearly completely covered with facial hair. I shrugged him off and thought he was just another homeless man. The second night there was this crazy old woman that kept shouting profanities from the back of the bus. The driver asked her to be quiet, and she managed to mumble low enough afterwards to not warrant getting kicked off.
The funniest thing was that I never got that driver's name. I talked to him the entire way home everyday, and that