WooooooooOOOOOOOooooo, it sure has been a while. No promises about future blogging, but this post promises to be a winner. Mostly because the people I saw on the bus today were. Winners, that is.
On the bus with me today:
- This guy who fell asleep mid-text. I saw him slumped over like this and his eyes were closed and he was doing the heavy breathing. His hand was motionless, suspended about an inch from his screen, pointing at it as if he were still typing. I know he was texting because I saw “Hey man,” and a few other words on the screen. A few moments after I snapped this pic he woke up and finished his message.
- A candidate for Craziest Bus Guy of the semester got on downtown as I was headed to the Statesman to take an editing test. He was wearing cloth sneakers, polka-dot leggings, denim shorts, and some sort of jacket that I didn’t notice because of his incredibly gaudy pink sunglasses. (It is cloudy today and no brighter than your average lobby.) They had long corners that extended out to the sides like the ’50s glasses used to, but longer. Top it all off with a partial beard and some long scraggly hair down to his shoulders. He and his girl were talking about how they were headed to get him a phone because you have to have a phone if you want a job. He did not give any evidence or reasoning behind this assertion; rather, he backed it up with a song, which I have transcribed for you.
That is what he actually sang, perhaps in a different key, but definitely in a high, whiney falsetto. I expect one of you to record a remix of it for YouTube.
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