On Tuesday night it was very cold. While waiting for the 10 bus, I began making fog on the shelter glass with my breath. Then I discovered I could actually make clear lines within the fog by curling my tongue and exhaling onto it. I wrote Mike Rules very crudely in the fog on the glass. When I saw the bus coming, I became embarrased at the thought of someone else seeing this and tried to erase it with my gloved hand. But it wouldn't come off. So the next person who came to that bus shelter may very well have seen Mike Rules written on the glass of the bus shelter.