la cucharacha. la cucharacha.

so today on my HORRIFIC bus ride home from work (waiting for a good 25 minutes before even getting on the uber-crowded and stinky bus with craaaaazies, i mean, CRAAAAZIES, on it), i heard the following words, mostly in spanish, some in english, all in one (one-sided) conversation from a very loud man in the back of the bus:

cockroach
beer
taco bell
emergency
psychiatrist
frankenstein

seriously? um, yeah. i cannot even begin to imagine what the whole conversation was really about. wow. MUNI is great.