SPORTS!

One of the greatest things that happens on public transportation is the droves of drunken idiots that swarm it post professional sports events. I guess, since you couldn't get past the bench in highschool, the next best thing to do is to pay to watch a bunch of millionaires run up and down while drinking $6 bud lights until you puke or, like this woman, pass out on the #50 bus at 9:30 on a Sunday and have to be carried through Wicker Park by your friend who is half your size and is not wearing some dumbass jersey.