Coon Bi is the hub of all crazy people in the Twin Cities. This includes, but is not limited to, those who use public transportation. I've been walking to the bus every couple of days, and I can't make it the whole six blocks to the stop without some random man (or two, or three) honking at me. I'm fairly certain this isn't caused by me suddenly becoming 900x more attractive, but perhaps because of midday beer goggles or (more likely) crazy goggles.
Another distinct category of crazies are the men on the bus who think it's cool to ingage in conversation with me. Yes, I am trying to read my book. Yes, it's good. Yes, it's interesting. Boy, but you ask nice questions. Yes, I would prefer if you'd stop talking to me.
But my favorite are the ladies. I have attracted: one crazily racist woman who spoke at me about certain races being below others, and banks where they hire the wrong sorts of people; one crazy woman who ranted about bodies being driven past the bus in cars (?) she spoke quietly, so I may have misheard; and one woman in tradtional Islamic dress who (in a bus with three people in it) decided to move from her seat next to no one, to the seat next to me, and proceeded to lean on me.