The Bus Stop.

And there it is... through the window screen.

Outside our window is a bus stop.

When we moved into this apartment, I thought of it as a normal bus stop. I could not have been more mistaken.

Now I'm not sure why, but this seems to be the place to hang out, catch up (loudly) with friends, break up (loudly) with significant others [a note on this: WHY would you end your relationship there? I feel so bad for these people], have an argument (loudly) about something and (loudly) try to hit on someone.

In other words, it is loud. But what else is it?

It is a source of entertainment: One night, we were drifting into a peaceful sleep when we heard the following conversation, shared by two unsuspecting teenage boys:
*whirr of skateboards*
"Hey, dude"
"Yeah?"
"have you ever wondered what would happen if a big, fat (here, we started to worry about the next words to come out of his mouth) NUCLEAR BOMB were headed straight for that street sign?"
"Woah dude"
There's no way it sounds as funny reading it as it did to us that night. Neither of us knew the other was listening until we cracked up. We laughed for a good 15 minutes, repeating it and discussing the absurdity of a nuclear bomb actually heading for the street sign... eh, you probably still don't find it funny. Oh well. We'll repeat it to one another randomly just for a laugh... you should have heard the way it was said.

It keeps us up on pop culture: One night last summer, I was finishing a paper at 2am and heard a rather intoxicated gentleman singing Lady Gaga's "Poker Face" at the top of his lungs.

We get to learn fun new words: I won't elaborate on this, except to say that I had no idea there were so many vocabulary options in a heated argument.

It's a bit scary. Not really frightening, but it is weird when you hear a loud disagreement and look out to find that there's just one guy out there, talking to himself in different voices.

This bus stop is one facet of the place we live that definitely makes it unique. I'm not sure that I'll look back and think about it with fond memories, but it has brought some interest to our days (and nights, come to think of it).