Last night riding home on the bus after mediocre workout at the gym (mediocre them, but feeling it today)
Guy: (Columbine-style creepiness approaches and sits sideways in seat in front of me) Hi. I'm circulating a petition to get RTA to install recycling bins at all their rapid station stops. Would you like to sign my petition?
MarilynJean: Sure...but who is going to pick up the recycling?
Guy: Well, this would create hundreds of jobs because RTA would have to hire people to pick it up.
MJ: OK...so, then RTA has agreed to do it?
Guy: Well, no...not exactly. (with certainty) I'm going to deliver the petitions to them and then I'll work with them to implement the plan.
MJ: (shrugging) Yeah, I'll sign it.
Guy: Cool, thanks. It's good that you're asking questions; this helps me flesh out the idea.
MJ: Good luck.
(Guy moves towards back end of the bus and approaches a group of young men from an indeterminable African country)
Guy: Hi. Would you like to sign my petition? I'm petitioning RTA to put recycling bins at all the rapid stops.
African: What?
Guy: (louder) Hi. Would you like to sign my petition? I'm petitioning RTA to put recycling bins at all the rapid stops.
African: Is it a pay-ten-shun? OK. I will sign it.
Guy: (loud) Thank you.
MarilynJean: (thinking) It's a crapshoot, but at least he's doing something.
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