How is it that every time I get stuck on a bus in the evening coming home from Beaverton Transit Center, I get stuck next to these guys?
Drunk 1: "Name one president who wasn't a lawyer!"
Drunk 2: "Clinton wasn't a lawyer."
Drunk 1: "Yes he was - he was involved in Watergate."
Drunk 2: "He was involved in that because he owned that bank."
Drunk 1: "But like I'm saying, if you build a prison in the middle of the Sahara Desert, say you escape, right? You tunnel out and when you get to the surface, 100 feet away, you have nowhere to go but through the most inhospitable territory imaginable. And he was definitely a lawyer, trust me."
And then they sit down. Next to me. Always next to me.