You took the time to spew a letter to The Stranger about the horrors of a cell-phone conversation on the #7 bus [I, Anonymous, Jan 8]. I often ride the #7 myself, and am continually shocked by the vacuous silence and steely Northwestern reserve of Seattle bus riders. What doesn't shock me is the fact that someone who actually conversed on public transportation would stir you enough to write an angry letter, probably on your laptop. Get a life! I assume the conversation gave you a private thrill: "Oh heavens! You've ruined my resolve to be a bus zombie! How dare you speak in public--we don't do that in Seattle! Hmm, you're actually pretty interesting on your cell phone; I think I'll tune in. He said the f-word! Say it again, you're stirring my blood!" PATHETIC. Did you have to write and rewrite that scathing letter to get it in perfect form? Is a letter the only place you can use words like "fuck"? In the real world, outside of repressed, creepily polite and formal Seattle, human beings do speak in public, even on the bus! If you weren't from Seattle, you'd probably have the balls to tell the said offender to shut the fuck up--instead of sipping your coffee and writing a letter days later.

--Anonymous