I am not on crack.

I was on the bus this morning, commuting to work. I usually look at the other commuters in their sedans and coupes as they trudge forward in rush hour traffic. They're sometimes on a cell phone, or arguing with the passenger, or bopping along to the radio. Nothing eventful. Nothing out of the ordinary.

This morning, however, was different.

This morning, I saw a man playing a trumpet. While commuting. In his car.

The man had one hand on the steering wheel, and the other hand holding the trumpet. Then he'd place his lips on the trumpet, blow into it, and look over the horn while driving.

It certainly perked up my Wednesday morning commute. Too bad I couldn't hear what he was tooting.