Bus Story: Lacking Self-Awareness, Party of 4

In between songs on the iPod, I hear part of a quartet’s discussion. I can only see one face, and in addition to having eyebrows usually reserved for ventriloquist dummies, he’s about 8 sheets to the wind. His companions are similarly soused. One starts in about how freaky people on the bus are. Irony arrives and takes a seat, clearly staying until at least the next stop.