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Tales from the bus
Apr. 21st, 2006 11:31 amFirst... I just felt the need to write about this.
It feels weird when someone you didn't know dies.
I saw this guy almost every day. We used the same bus line. I saw him all the time. I didn't know him. I never spoke to him. (Never avoided speaking to him just never had a reason to) I knew his name though because he worked somewhere where he had his shirt. He had a lot of long orange blonde hair, freckles, and gave the impression of being mentally slow.
A few days ago I heard on the news that a developmentally disabled man who was killed in some kind of incedent (didn't hear what it was) and gave the name. I recognised his picture too.
It's just... strange. Again, he's not anyone I'd ever struck up a conversation with on the bus, but he was on the busline almost all the time. It's just a weird vague sense of... not loss, I guess... just... I can't place it.
It just feels strange.
So, to lighten the mood. Some people have no class. I'm on the bus and the guy sitting in front of me opens a can of Chef Boyerdee and begins to eat it, cold, out of the can, by shoveling it up to the front of the can WITH THE HANDEL OF A TOOTHBRUSH and sucking it into his mouth making the most vulger SLUPRING noises. Everyone on the bus noticed and was totally grossed out.
Now, had he been a homeless man or someone who appeared to be having some kind of problem I might have felt sorry for him and not been annoyed. But, this guy was in slacks and a poloshirt with what looked like 80$ sunglasses on his head. Think the Ben Afflek "Assman" character in Mallrats in his late thirties and fat.
Anyway, assman, after he's done slurping the canned raveoli off the tooth brush and sucking the toothbrush clean (All with accompanying noises) he then STUFFS THE CAN NEXT TO THE SEAT AND GETS UP TO GET OFF THE BUS, LEAVING THE CAN.
Now, I'd been grossed out the whole time, but I'll be damned if he's going to leave that can there, stiking and will probably rot with that sharp edge and meat sause in the sun without someone saying somehting. Oh hell no, not with kids on the bus.
So, butter wouldn't melt in my mouth and I politely say as he's leaving. "Excuse me, sir. I believe you forgot to take your garbage with you when you left the bus."
He turns as he's getting off and yells "Mind your own business!" and leaves.
Everyone on the bus was PISSED.
The busdriver got the can.
Icky.
Quote the song "Nobody's got no class."
It feels weird when someone you didn't know dies.
I saw this guy almost every day. We used the same bus line. I saw him all the time. I didn't know him. I never spoke to him. (Never avoided speaking to him just never had a reason to) I knew his name though because he worked somewhere where he had his shirt. He had a lot of long orange blonde hair, freckles, and gave the impression of being mentally slow.
A few days ago I heard on the news that a developmentally disabled man who was killed in some kind of incedent (didn't hear what it was) and gave the name. I recognised his picture too.
It's just... strange. Again, he's not anyone I'd ever struck up a conversation with on the bus, but he was on the busline almost all the time. It's just a weird vague sense of... not loss, I guess... just... I can't place it.
It just feels strange.
So, to lighten the mood. Some people have no class. I'm on the bus and the guy sitting in front of me opens a can of Chef Boyerdee and begins to eat it, cold, out of the can, by shoveling it up to the front of the can WITH THE HANDEL OF A TOOTHBRUSH and sucking it into his mouth making the most vulger SLUPRING noises. Everyone on the bus noticed and was totally grossed out.
Now, had he been a homeless man or someone who appeared to be having some kind of problem I might have felt sorry for him and not been annoyed. But, this guy was in slacks and a poloshirt with what looked like 80$ sunglasses on his head. Think the Ben Afflek "Assman" character in Mallrats in his late thirties and fat.
Anyway, assman, after he's done slurping the canned raveoli off the tooth brush and sucking the toothbrush clean (All with accompanying noises) he then STUFFS THE CAN NEXT TO THE SEAT AND GETS UP TO GET OFF THE BUS, LEAVING THE CAN.
Now, I'd been grossed out the whole time, but I'll be damned if he's going to leave that can there, stiking and will probably rot with that sharp edge and meat sause in the sun without someone saying somehting. Oh hell no, not with kids on the bus.
So, butter wouldn't melt in my mouth and I politely say as he's leaving. "Excuse me, sir. I believe you forgot to take your garbage with you when you left the bus."
He turns as he's getting off and yells "Mind your own business!" and leaves.
Everyone on the bus was PISSED.
The busdriver got the can.
Icky.
Quote the song "Nobody's got no class."
