I love it when teenagers swap jail stories.
"I don't consider it stealing if it's something you need. You know. Survival of the fittest!" Hard to argue with that I guess.
"I was so pissed because I was in jail when I was supposed to be at the tech n9ne show!" Ya I would be mad too. "And then there was that time when we were passing the joint at the ICP concert. The security guard was coming around so I passed it to the person next to me. Sucker got kicked out! Not my fault if you get caught."
These kids were getting drunk on the bus and people were complaining to the bus driver. He pulled the bus over and told them to keep their voices down about their stories of criminal behavior and to stop drinking on the bus.
"We're of age man!" Ya right.
They almost immediately began telling ridiculous stories again. Very loudly. "Man, I've been to jail like 20 times. One time was because I was drinking on the bus and the bus driver had the cops come!" HA.
Well more people complained to the current bus driver and he kicked them off. The girl, her "manly" girlfriend and their friend. "Whatever man, this is bull$hit! They flipped off the bus while we drove away."
Did I mention this was the same day the bus driver tried to deny a girl in a wheel chair? The bus was super full and a wheelchair takes up 3 seats. He was arguing with her that the bus was full and we were all paying riders. There wasn't room. She was begging him. "Just let me on the bus!" He would reply that another one is right behind this one. Then she started crying "JUST LET ME ON THE BUS!"
We were all exchanging awkward glances. The driver got up and asked us if we could make room for her. We all immediately shuffled around to clear the aisle and seats for her. When she came on the bus, the driver tried to ask her where she wanted to get off and she refused to acknowledge him. It was an all around awkward situation.
But, really, when I think about it, it was a typical day on the Sun Tran.
Oh and this post is dedicated to Shelly Elliott because I know how much she loves ICP.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Many Returns
I would first like to congratulate myself. I've been a loyal rider of the Sun Tran for almost 14 months now. People come and go. It's weird. They seem to disappear in the summer, then reappear during the academic school year. And visa versa.
Since school just started, many people have made appearances after I haven't seen them for months.
I had a deja vu experience with guy who I've seen twice on the bus. Probably a good 6 months in between sightings. Both times, I hear him plugging his genius marketing ploy to his fellow riders, which is especially genius because it is the desert here and we don't have a lot of water. His marketing ploy is dehydrated water. Think about that for a second.
Another guy I saw last week making a glorious return, Drunk and Disorderly. Only slightly less drunk this time. He stumbled on the bus, but at least he was on his feet. He stood at the front of the bus and shouted "HELLO TUCSON!" He then asked for a few quarters to use a pay phone. Nobody replied.
Making another return is none other than middle age briefcase guy. Last time I saw him, he was in that fight with the drunk guy and got a big ole gash on his face. Now, I see him most mornings sitting up very straight, with his briefcase in his lap and no emotion on his face. He's just sitting there, waiting. Waiting for a confrontation or something to set him off. Like a ticking time bomb that one is.Very still and ominous until BOOM!
It was an overcast day. Not just cloudy, but totally overcast, a very rare thing in Tucson. So overcast, I didn't need sunglasses, and that is rare. My eyes are sensitive to the sun, okay? I was heading home on the bus and the City Worker Cowboy with a Gut commented that I usually have sunglasses on and it was nice to see my eyes. He can tell a lot about a person by looking in their eyes. And apparently I smile with my eyes. Ok. I'd like to thank Tyra Banks for that then. She calls it "Smizing." Thanks Tyra.
Since school just started, many people have made appearances after I haven't seen them for months.
I had a deja vu experience with guy who I've seen twice on the bus. Probably a good 6 months in between sightings. Both times, I hear him plugging his genius marketing ploy to his fellow riders, which is especially genius because it is the desert here and we don't have a lot of water. His marketing ploy is dehydrated water. Think about that for a second.
Another guy I saw last week making a glorious return, Drunk and Disorderly. Only slightly less drunk this time. He stumbled on the bus, but at least he was on his feet. He stood at the front of the bus and shouted "HELLO TUCSON!" He then asked for a few quarters to use a pay phone. Nobody replied.
Making another return is none other than middle age briefcase guy. Last time I saw him, he was in that fight with the drunk guy and got a big ole gash on his face. Now, I see him most mornings sitting up very straight, with his briefcase in his lap and no emotion on his face. He's just sitting there, waiting. Waiting for a confrontation or something to set him off. Like a ticking time bomb that one is.Very still and ominous until BOOM!
It was an overcast day. Not just cloudy, but totally overcast, a very rare thing in Tucson. So overcast, I didn't need sunglasses, and that is rare. My eyes are sensitive to the sun, okay? I was heading home on the bus and the City Worker Cowboy with a Gut commented that I usually have sunglasses on and it was nice to see my eyes. He can tell a lot about a person by looking in their eyes. And apparently I smile with my eyes. Ok. I'd like to thank Tyra Banks for that then. She calls it "Smizing." Thanks Tyra.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
(Equa) Librium
Friday afternoon. Bus stop.
A friendly girl sat down next to me asking about the bus. She had her bus schedule pulled out. At this point, my bus was already 5 minutes late.
Enter toothless crazy person.
"Don't mind me, I've just been riding the bus around all day. I'm trying to get a crazy check, but they gave me Librium and I was high for 4 days. That stuff is crazy and I did Crystal Meth for half my life too."
Librium. What is that. Did he mean Lithium? Enter Google.
Librium: used to relieve anxiety and to control agitation caused by alcohol withdrawal.
Great, so pills for alcohol withdraw as opposed to pills for being manic depressive. Slightly better I suppose.
"I used to make iPhones and stuff, but then they could send my job oversees and pay them $.03 an hour instead of $100 an hour like they were paying me. I make over $100 a day now, but I won't tell you how. hea hea hea. And it's only partly illegal."
I figured I should throw out some indulgent awkward laughter. Nice girl next to me stuffed her nose further into her bus schedule, so she wasn't going to be helping me acknowledge this guy who was probably going to continue talking whether someone responded or not.
"I do my growing out in California. Best damn shit there is. Right now my son is growing for me......tomatoes that is. hea hea hea. Here in Arizona, they'll get you for everything. I was just in jail for 4 days after getting 5 jaywalking tickets in the last 3 months. I have 13 warrants out right now. It's those damn bicycle cops with their fancy computers on the back. You know it's time to get out of Tucson when the cops know your name. 'Hey George, wanna go grab a beer??' hea hea hea."
At this point, the bus was 15 minutes late and a different bus pulled up. I noticed the nice girl was getting on and I really really didn't want to be left alone with this guy. After a brief conversation in my head, I jumped on this bus, the wrong bus.
"God bless. God bless. God bless." He called after us.
I got off a few stops later and hoped he wasn't actually waiting for the same bus I was and would see him when my bus finally arrived. Luckily my gamble paid off and he wasn't on the bus.
Minutes later, the later bus leapfrogged us. We were 20 minutes late so the bus driver got a call from home base. "This bus is turning Express, we aren't picking anyone else up until we make up these 20 minutes."
We all looked at each other very nervously because she grabbed the steering wheel, focused, and barreled through a red light at Speedway, almost hitting a pedestrian and narrowly missing the bus pulled over after the intersection.
The guy across from me asks "Have you ever seen the movie Speed?"
I starting busting up laughing. Much more than necessary, but it seemed pretty hysterical at that moment. Especially since every bus stop we passed, she shook her head with some ferocity and made hand gestures to stay away from the bus to all of the people hoping to board.
Between the crazy drugged up dude and crazy race car bus driver lady, I was glad to get home.
Oh Tucson.
A friendly girl sat down next to me asking about the bus. She had her bus schedule pulled out. At this point, my bus was already 5 minutes late.
Enter toothless crazy person.
"Don't mind me, I've just been riding the bus around all day. I'm trying to get a crazy check, but they gave me Librium and I was high for 4 days. That stuff is crazy and I did Crystal Meth for half my life too."
Librium. What is that. Did he mean Lithium? Enter Google.
Librium: used to relieve anxiety and to control agitation caused by alcohol withdrawal.
Great, so pills for alcohol withdraw as opposed to pills for being manic depressive. Slightly better I suppose.
"I used to make iPhones and stuff, but then they could send my job oversees and pay them $.03 an hour instead of $100 an hour like they were paying me. I make over $100 a day now, but I won't tell you how. hea hea hea. And it's only partly illegal."
I figured I should throw out some indulgent awkward laughter. Nice girl next to me stuffed her nose further into her bus schedule, so she wasn't going to be helping me acknowledge this guy who was probably going to continue talking whether someone responded or not.
"I do my growing out in California. Best damn shit there is. Right now my son is growing for me......tomatoes that is. hea hea hea. Here in Arizona, they'll get you for everything. I was just in jail for 4 days after getting 5 jaywalking tickets in the last 3 months. I have 13 warrants out right now. It's those damn bicycle cops with their fancy computers on the back. You know it's time to get out of Tucson when the cops know your name. 'Hey George, wanna go grab a beer??' hea hea hea."
At this point, the bus was 15 minutes late and a different bus pulled up. I noticed the nice girl was getting on and I really really didn't want to be left alone with this guy. After a brief conversation in my head, I jumped on this bus, the wrong bus.
"God bless. God bless. God bless." He called after us.
I got off a few stops later and hoped he wasn't actually waiting for the same bus I was and would see him when my bus finally arrived. Luckily my gamble paid off and he wasn't on the bus.
Minutes later, the later bus leapfrogged us. We were 20 minutes late so the bus driver got a call from home base. "This bus is turning Express, we aren't picking anyone else up until we make up these 20 minutes."
We all looked at each other very nervously because she grabbed the steering wheel, focused, and barreled through a red light at Speedway, almost hitting a pedestrian and narrowly missing the bus pulled over after the intersection.
The guy across from me asks "Have you ever seen the movie Speed?"
I starting busting up laughing. Much more than necessary, but it seemed pretty hysterical at that moment. Especially since every bus stop we passed, she shook her head with some ferocity and made hand gestures to stay away from the bus to all of the people hoping to board.
Between the crazy drugged up dude and crazy race car bus driver lady, I was glad to get home.
Oh Tucson.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Drunk and Disorderly
It was a glorious afternoon on the Sun Tran.
A man stumbled onto the bus, stood in front of the driver for awhile, then proceeded to find a seat.
"Hey this bus costs $1.50, if you don't have it, go sit down (pointing back at the bus stop) and relax....do you have $1.50?"
"Yes I do" as he pulls out a sandwich from his pocket. Of course the bus driver keeps asking for the $1.50 and telling him he has to get off if he doesn't have the money and that he is making the route late.
He wavers there for awhile longer and finally pulls out a few passes. The bus driver swipes the first one for him and exclaims that it is expired. The second one works so the driver tells him to go sit down and relax. The dude, we'll call him Drunk and Disorderly, takes a step and then tries to lean against the bus driver. Of course the driver tells him to go sit down and the people in the first few seats of the bus scramble to move out of his way. He yells over and over that he is sorry in a very pathetic drunk voice.
As he sits down he yells to the driver to take him to TMC. "Take me to TMC!" The bus driver confirms that yes, the bus does go there, so he should relax and he'd get him there. More apologies follow.
"God bleeeeess America. Home that I love." He was loudly singing.
As he started slumping over in his seat, the girl across from him offered him her bottle of water and he graciously accepted it and then apologized again. He tried to repay her by asking her if she wanted a cigarette and she could could smoke it out the back door. She declined.
Drunk and disorderly yelled to the bus driver again that he wanted off at Beverly. The bus driver was getting angry. The guy kept singing, then beating his hand on a bar screaming "YES!" At this point, Mr. No Cell Phone, who had been sitting next to him got up and moved. Even Mr. No Cell Phone was getting weirded out.
As Drunk and Disorderly kept singing, the bus driver warned him that he needed to be quiet or he would kick him off the bus. He shot back with "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
The bus driver immediately pulled over and angrily approached him. "What did you just tell me???" After a minute or so he replied meekly "that I'd be quiet?" In a slight questioning tone. The driver continued to tell him that if he couldn't talk to him like that, he needed to be quiet or would be kicked off. A man from the back of the bus bravely came forward to tell the bus driver that he would be his witness if things got ugly or if he needed help kicking him off.
As soon as the bus started again, Drunk and Disorderly started singing again and then making fart noises with his mouth. Bus driver had had it. At the next stop, the driver went back to kick him off the bus, physically if necessary. Mr. No Cell Phone, with all his tact, says to the bus driver in the middle of all this "Hey I know you!"
Drunk and Disorderly immediately tells Mr. No Cell Phone "He don't fuckin care!! He wants me off this bus!"
Someone in the back was on the phone with the police department exclaiming a man was drunk and disorderly resisting getting kicked off the bus.
When the driver had Drunk and Disorderly almost out the back door, he pitifully was asking "where am I?? I need to go to TMC. Where am I now?" But he eventually went and sat down on the bus stop yelling "he don't fuckin care!"
This had left all the bus riders all riled up and applauding the bus driver exclaiming that "you gotta do what you gotta do!" and "one bad apple fuckin spoils it for the rest of us!"
Indeed.
Oh Tucson.
A man stumbled onto the bus, stood in front of the driver for awhile, then proceeded to find a seat.
"Hey this bus costs $1.50, if you don't have it, go sit down (pointing back at the bus stop) and relax....do you have $1.50?"
"Yes I do" as he pulls out a sandwich from his pocket. Of course the bus driver keeps asking for the $1.50 and telling him he has to get off if he doesn't have the money and that he is making the route late.
He wavers there for awhile longer and finally pulls out a few passes. The bus driver swipes the first one for him and exclaims that it is expired. The second one works so the driver tells him to go sit down and relax. The dude, we'll call him Drunk and Disorderly, takes a step and then tries to lean against the bus driver. Of course the driver tells him to go sit down and the people in the first few seats of the bus scramble to move out of his way. He yells over and over that he is sorry in a very pathetic drunk voice.
As he sits down he yells to the driver to take him to TMC. "Take me to TMC!" The bus driver confirms that yes, the bus does go there, so he should relax and he'd get him there. More apologies follow.
"God bleeeeess America. Home that I love." He was loudly singing.
As he started slumping over in his seat, the girl across from him offered him her bottle of water and he graciously accepted it and then apologized again. He tried to repay her by asking her if she wanted a cigarette and she could could smoke it out the back door. She declined.
Drunk and disorderly yelled to the bus driver again that he wanted off at Beverly. The bus driver was getting angry. The guy kept singing, then beating his hand on a bar screaming "YES!" At this point, Mr. No Cell Phone, who had been sitting next to him got up and moved. Even Mr. No Cell Phone was getting weirded out.
As Drunk and Disorderly kept singing, the bus driver warned him that he needed to be quiet or he would kick him off the bus. He shot back with "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
The bus driver immediately pulled over and angrily approached him. "What did you just tell me???" After a minute or so he replied meekly "that I'd be quiet?" In a slight questioning tone. The driver continued to tell him that if he couldn't talk to him like that, he needed to be quiet or would be kicked off. A man from the back of the bus bravely came forward to tell the bus driver that he would be his witness if things got ugly or if he needed help kicking him off.
As soon as the bus started again, Drunk and Disorderly started singing again and then making fart noises with his mouth. Bus driver had had it. At the next stop, the driver went back to kick him off the bus, physically if necessary. Mr. No Cell Phone, with all his tact, says to the bus driver in the middle of all this "Hey I know you!"
Drunk and Disorderly immediately tells Mr. No Cell Phone "He don't fuckin care!! He wants me off this bus!"
Someone in the back was on the phone with the police department exclaiming a man was drunk and disorderly resisting getting kicked off the bus.
When the driver had Drunk and Disorderly almost out the back door, he pitifully was asking "where am I?? I need to go to TMC. Where am I now?" But he eventually went and sat down on the bus stop yelling "he don't fuckin care!"
This had left all the bus riders all riled up and applauding the bus driver exclaiming that "you gotta do what you gotta do!" and "one bad apple fuckin spoils it for the rest of us!"
Indeed.
Oh Tucson.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
The Wave
Mr. No Cell Phone waved at me twice last week.
The first time I gave a half smile back and then stewed with anger as to why he waved at me. Does he think we are friends? Absolutely not. Why does he get under my skin so much??
Then he waved at me again a few days later. I gave no response as I moved to the farthest back of the bus I could get. I scowled and knew he was watching me so I just stared out the window. I knew he had to be patronizing me. Why does he do everything he can to irk me? Patronizer!
Why do the bus people have to be so weird?? I have been riding with this guy who works for the City of Tucson and every day he wears his stained city shirt that he tucks in below his gigantic gut that I'm pretty sure has been growing over the past few months. He always has a handkerchief around his neck that is tied in the front with bola ties and reading magazines such as "American Cowboy" and "Western Horseman."
The other morning, Mother Hen got on the bus and sat next to City Worker Cowboy. They exchanged their hellos and then he began to go on and on about an AMAZING article about some Montana cowboys that went to Russia with their horses and cows and taught them how to be cowboys! Unbelievable!! can you even believe that? I didn't even know about that!
Pretty hilarious that Mother Hen just stared at him and tried to politely follow along and agree with how amazing his story was.
Congrats to him about his excitement with this story, but sharing it with random bus people, lets just say they probably don't share the same excitement.
Back to Mr. No Cell Phone - I finally peeked around the head in front of me to see what he was doing. He was standing at the front of the bus, even when there were plenty of open seats. Then a random girl got on the bus and guess what he does. He waves at her!! I feel some relief when he isn't patronizing me anymore. Well probably never was. He just likes to wave at people getting on the bus... ok. Ya I guess I feel better about that.
But we're still not friends.
The first time I gave a half smile back and then stewed with anger as to why he waved at me. Does he think we are friends? Absolutely not. Why does he get under my skin so much??
Then he waved at me again a few days later. I gave no response as I moved to the farthest back of the bus I could get. I scowled and knew he was watching me so I just stared out the window. I knew he had to be patronizing me. Why does he do everything he can to irk me? Patronizer!
Why do the bus people have to be so weird?? I have been riding with this guy who works for the City of Tucson and every day he wears his stained city shirt that he tucks in below his gigantic gut that I'm pretty sure has been growing over the past few months. He always has a handkerchief around his neck that is tied in the front with bola ties and reading magazines such as "American Cowboy" and "Western Horseman."
The other morning, Mother Hen got on the bus and sat next to City Worker Cowboy. They exchanged their hellos and then he began to go on and on about an AMAZING article about some Montana cowboys that went to Russia with their horses and cows and taught them how to be cowboys! Unbelievable!! can you even believe that? I didn't even know about that!
Pretty hilarious that Mother Hen just stared at him and tried to politely follow along and agree with how amazing his story was.
Congrats to him about his excitement with this story, but sharing it with random bus people, lets just say they probably don't share the same excitement.
Back to Mr. No Cell Phone - I finally peeked around the head in front of me to see what he was doing. He was standing at the front of the bus, even when there were plenty of open seats. Then a random girl got on the bus and guess what he does. He waves at her!! I feel some relief when he isn't patronizing me anymore. Well probably never was. He just likes to wave at people getting on the bus... ok. Ya I guess I feel better about that.
But we're still not friends.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Gross
If you are already grossed out by the germs and general gnar of the public transit system, read no further.
I haven't actually paid too much attention to how germy the bus probably is because I am an avid hand washer and in the spirit of looking on the bright side, I think that riding the bus has boosted my immune system. I've been riding the bus for almost a year and haven't gotten a cold, flu, chlamydia or any other sort of disease from doing so. *knocking on wood right now.
However, one particular day I think I gagged and felt diseased just watching a particular old lady. The site of her was disturbing, but the behavior set me over the top. She was sitting catty corner to me and I was frowning at her from the moment I sat down. There are cute old ladies and there are really strange ones. She was beyond strange. Like so old you couldn't figure out how she was still alive. She had old white knee high stockings that she had probably been wearing since the 1920's, a hat that would have been cute if it hadn't been moldy. Her skin was pale as death, but she had on crazy dark eye makeup and the darkest maroon lips. Of course she didn't have teeth so the way she moved her mouth with that dark lipstick made me grimace in disgust.
*I actually Googled "gross old lady" and couldn't find a gross picture close enough to the lady to post on here. This lady is young and spry in comparison, but gives you an idea.
Here is something I don't understand unless you have tuberculosis - when you cough, you need a tissue to cough into. Now I can understand if you put a handkerchief to your mouth when you cough so you don't spread germs around, but when the reason for the tissue is because something is coming out of your mouth onto the tissue, I lose it.
But fortunately for me, someone else lost it first. The dude next to me started yelling at the old lady exclaiming that she spit on the floor of the bus. This guy was yelling at her in disgust and telling her that he expected more of our elders, etc. He was yelling so much, to almost no reaction from this lady, that the bus driver intervened and wanted to know what was going on. The guy told the bus driver the lady spit on the floor, the bus driver asked her in Spanish if she spit on the floor and she denied it. He continued to make comments to himself about being disgusted and how she lied.
Even if she didn't spit on the floor, she picked up her tissue off the seat next to her and put it in her bag.
As I finish writing this, I realize I should have kept this one to myself. But regardless, I will be wearing a garbage bag on the bus from now on.
I haven't actually paid too much attention to how germy the bus probably is because I am an avid hand washer and in the spirit of looking on the bright side, I think that riding the bus has boosted my immune system. I've been riding the bus for almost a year and haven't gotten a cold, flu, chlamydia or any other sort of disease from doing so. *knocking on wood right now.
However, one particular day I think I gagged and felt diseased just watching a particular old lady. The site of her was disturbing, but the behavior set me over the top. She was sitting catty corner to me and I was frowning at her from the moment I sat down. There are cute old ladies and there are really strange ones. She was beyond strange. Like so old you couldn't figure out how she was still alive. She had old white knee high stockings that she had probably been wearing since the 1920's, a hat that would have been cute if it hadn't been moldy. Her skin was pale as death, but she had on crazy dark eye makeup and the darkest maroon lips. Of course she didn't have teeth so the way she moved her mouth with that dark lipstick made me grimace in disgust.
Here is something I don't understand unless you have tuberculosis - when you cough, you need a tissue to cough into. Now I can understand if you put a handkerchief to your mouth when you cough so you don't spread germs around, but when the reason for the tissue is because something is coming out of your mouth onto the tissue, I lose it.
But fortunately for me, someone else lost it first. The dude next to me started yelling at the old lady exclaiming that she spit on the floor of the bus. This guy was yelling at her in disgust and telling her that he expected more of our elders, etc. He was yelling so much, to almost no reaction from this lady, that the bus driver intervened and wanted to know what was going on. The guy told the bus driver the lady spit on the floor, the bus driver asked her in Spanish if she spit on the floor and she denied it. He continued to make comments to himself about being disgusted and how she lied.
Even if she didn't spit on the floor, she picked up her tissue off the seat next to her and put it in her bag.
As I finish writing this, I realize I should have kept this one to myself. But regardless, I will be wearing a garbage bag on the bus from now on.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Wind
Mr. No Cell Phone strikes again. This time, there was no phone borrowing involved, but I'm beginning to think this guy needs to go away.
It was the day of my board meeting at work so I had to get up extra early. I had a nice dress on and had taken extra time on my hair to make sure I looked nice and professional. Because of my board meeting, I got on the bus at a much earlier than usual time. I put my hand down to take a seat and hear, "Nooo." I look over with devil eyes and with a very cranky voice reply "No?" Mr. No Cell Phone shakes his head back at me and says "Uh uh." I scowl, shake my head and although I stubbornly want to just sit down, I think "it isn't worth it," and proceed on to another seat. A better seat.
From my new, better seat, I see the guy that carries around a disc-man take the spot I had been denied. Mr. No Cell Phone and Mr. Disc-Man start chatting it up like some fun morning bus club. Ugh. He could have at least put something in that seat to indicate he was "saving" it for his bus friend.
I'm contently reading my book until the lady in front of me starts fiddling with the window area. I can't figure out what she is doing, but I ask her if she is trying to request a stop. Before waiting for her reply, I pull the stop request for her. Of course she was just unsuccessfully trying to open the window, not trying to request a stop. So I have to yell to the driver "never mind!" She was nice though and thanked me anyway.
Of course at this point, Mr. No Cell Phone has to get involved. He asks the lady in front of me what's up and she says she can't get her window open and it is really hot in here. He comes over to try to help her open her window and it won't budge. So he says "what about this window?" as he reaches over me to open my window. My blood starts boiling. The nice lady in front of me says "well I don't know if she wants that window open." But Mr. No Cell Phone already had MY window open. THEN he asks if I mind that my window is open. I curtly and painfully reply "its fine" as the wind ferociously rips through my nicely done hair.
At my stop, I was glad to get off quickly. Jumping out the door I hear "BYYEEEE!" bellowing from Mr. No Cell Phone. I don't turn around or reply.
Man I hate that guy.
It was the day of my board meeting at work so I had to get up extra early. I had a nice dress on and had taken extra time on my hair to make sure I looked nice and professional. Because of my board meeting, I got on the bus at a much earlier than usual time. I put my hand down to take a seat and hear, "Nooo." I look over with devil eyes and with a very cranky voice reply "No?" Mr. No Cell Phone shakes his head back at me and says "Uh uh." I scowl, shake my head and although I stubbornly want to just sit down, I think "it isn't worth it," and proceed on to another seat. A better seat.
From my new, better seat, I see the guy that carries around a disc-man take the spot I had been denied. Mr. No Cell Phone and Mr. Disc-Man start chatting it up like some fun morning bus club. Ugh. He could have at least put something in that seat to indicate he was "saving" it for his bus friend.
I'm contently reading my book until the lady in front of me starts fiddling with the window area. I can't figure out what she is doing, but I ask her if she is trying to request a stop. Before waiting for her reply, I pull the stop request for her. Of course she was just unsuccessfully trying to open the window, not trying to request a stop. So I have to yell to the driver "never mind!" She was nice though and thanked me anyway.
Of course at this point, Mr. No Cell Phone has to get involved. He asks the lady in front of me what's up and she says she can't get her window open and it is really hot in here. He comes over to try to help her open her window and it won't budge. So he says "what about this window?" as he reaches over me to open my window. My blood starts boiling. The nice lady in front of me says "well I don't know if she wants that window open." But Mr. No Cell Phone already had MY window open. THEN he asks if I mind that my window is open. I curtly and painfully reply "its fine" as the wind ferociously rips through my nicely done hair.
At my stop, I was glad to get off quickly. Jumping out the door I hear "BYYEEEE!" bellowing from Mr. No Cell Phone. I don't turn around or reply.
Man I hate that guy.
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