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Was at the school I work at but needing or wanting the type of services they offer students - such as using the showers. I went over to a location, and there was this long line of people waiting to get in to use the showers. A friend of mine was there (somewhere; she'd gone on ahead), waiting. I asked how long the wait was, and this (asian) guy explained that there were a bunch of people waiting to get in who were 'smokers' (i.e., they were desperate to get rid of the reek). I explained I wanted to check in with/ talk to my friend, and soon I was on a bus to the next location, but somehow still part of the showering complex.
On that bus, I sat across from a (middle-aged) couple, who were quietly but bitterly complaining about how the school had treated them. The husband might have been an alumn, I speculated to myself. They didn't like the wacky shower system, and the wife grumbled of having heard gunshots (I thought to myself, that's Bridgeport for ya!) near where the school had put them up dreams, alumni, showers, . I was listening sympathetically to their grumblings.
On that bus, I sat across from a (middle-aged) couple, who were quietly but bitterly complaining about how the school had treated them. The husband might have been an alumn, I speculated to myself. They didn't like the wacky shower system, and the wife grumbled of having heard gunshots (I thought to myself, that's Bridgeport for ya!) near where the school had put them up dreams, alumni, showers, . I was listening sympathetically to their grumblings.