Coming home on the bus, I got up to move toward the door as we neared my stop.
In typical rainy-night-in-Quito style, the bus was packed and I couldn't find anything to grab onto.
In typical clutzy-Eleanor-style, the bus jolted to a ridiculously fast stop and I fell into the guy next to me, who, like dominoes, knocked over the old woman next to him, who then sat into the lap of a pregnant woman.
Eleanor, official wrecker of havoc.
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