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Sunday, May 23, 2010

Week in review!

So this week I worked. Did laundry. Did dishes...yadda yadda yadda.
Really this was a week about setting boundaries for an ADHD addled 7 year old. He is not a fan. His mom and I are not a fan of his not being a fan. The circle begins.
Adventures on the bus;
As a public transportation guy I see a lot of goofy shit. I see people act in ways that I never thought I'd see. I'll try to dig up some pics of some of the nut jobs I've seen. Like the guy with his pants around his knees. No, not a teenager with bad fashion sense, just some random guy that could either hold onto the bus railing or his pants but, for some inexplicable reason, not both. Or the lady with a yellow plastic rose in her hair. It was as big as a Tonka Dumptruck and the color of pee in the snow. There was the person of indeterminate sex that had an old shoelace as a headband too.
Today we were at a light and the bus driver (who was really friendly and chatty) was telling a young woman at a stop that she was too pretty to be smoking a cigarette. She said it was because of stress and the bus driver was just beginning to tell her stress is a choice (I generally agree) when the woman next to her cut in yelling "We don't want to talk to you! Get your ugly black ass out of here!". The younger woman and everyone on the bus started laughing. The young lady then started saying she didn't know the old crazy lady. The crazy lady was flipping out telling the bus driver to leave (the light was still red), screeching, and giving us all the finger and everyone on the bus was telling the young lady to give the old crazy lady a cigarette 'cause obviously she was the one who was stressed out. At any rate it was a trip. The bus driver was cool about the whole thing and didn't really seem bummed about it. I told him he needed some water balloons for this kind of shit. I think he's gonna get some. If it were me, I'd have hit the bitch with a rock.

People watching;
A guy playing air keyboard outside the Giant. No music. No headphones. Dude was jamming though.
Lady fishing in her lawn. No water. No bucket to cast into. Just sitting and reelin' it in, real slow. I wanted to ask if they were biting today but something about the scene reminded me of a Far Side strip and I went on about my businesses.
That's about it for my week. I'll probably remember some more details later and put them in next weeks and as I do this more, I'll take notes and fill you in on some more of the questionable members of my community.

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