Well, you can’t write about ALL the crazy people on the bus. Just the ones without red hair or blue hair. Narrows it down. On the bus with me today:
A guy who smells like churros sits down next to me. He is bigger than I am and could beat me up, so I am not making fun of him, just stating that I now detect the aroma of fried dough sprinkled with cinnamon, whereas before I did not. His cell phone screen is cracked, probably because he held it too tightly in his big mitts.
One guy with long ratty hair has so much stuff with him that it takes him two trips to get it all out the door. He stumbles up to the front of the bus on his second trip to get a card from another rider (friend?) and the driver yells “back door!” He says he knows and takes another long look at his empty seat to make sure he has not left anything behind.
A woman listening to a Zune. A Zune is a portable mp3 player that nobody bought and has been discontinued. OK, so I bought a Zune, but it was a mistake and I didn’t use it for very long before selling it to someone else who also should not have bought it. The woman bobs her head and I can tell it is to the music because she keeps bobbing when the bus makes a stop.
At least five sleepers on today’s bus. I think you do not want to sleep on the bus because several silly things could happen to you. You could miss your stop. You could lean over onto the stranger next to you. Your mouth could hang open and you could drool on your shirt. You could have one of those sleep jerks where you elbow the stranger next to you. So I do not know why people sleep on the bus.
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