Blargh, Riding the Bus
I am a freak magnet. The sooner I come to terms with that, the
better-adjusted I will be. One of the guys ranting at me was pretty
crazy, and kept going on about how he wanted to personally hunt down and
kill bin Laden. Going on and on about it, over and over again–by the
fifth time he said it, I was wondering, did he think
I didn’t understand him? I have a feeling that if I was a more
frequent bus rider, I would realize that sort of thing is a bus
cliche.
Funny, I used to ride the bus all the time–in and around South
Kingstown, from South Kingstown to Providence, from Providence to
Pawtucket (and back of course). I used to groove with the weirdness.
Back then (years ago), the only thing that bothered me was when the guy
three seats ahead of me (yes, the buses here have sparse ridership)
turned around and said “I hope you have your boots on”, and then
proceeded to piss on the floor. I was a freak magnet then, I’m a freak
magnet now.