Melting Pot

So I'm sitting on the bus (just like I always do) and I notice a man who's on the verge of passing out. The old man next to him (assuming it's his dad?) poured water on his neck...no reaction. The man could barely keep his head up...or open his eyes. The old man was trying to keep him awake so they can get off the bus at the end of the route. The drunk (I'm assuming he was drunk as the old man wasn't too concerned) started sweating....wiped his face, unzipped his jacket. He was even a little pale. This could've been from the water that the old man made him drink. You know what that's like....don't you? You're drunk off your ass and water just makes you nauseous.

So, I'm watching...waiting for him to puke. Is it bad for me to say I was disappointed? Cuz it really would've made this story more interesting. Especially if I could've gotten a pic. Or better yet....a video! Cuz I know you all would've loved that. Sure you would've said "eeewwww" out loud in your living room, even though you're alone....but we all live for the drama of others, right?

As this is going on, an older lady next to me decides to tell me (in her foreign accent and all) about how she dropped a beer bottle on the floor and it broke..... and how a small piece of glass flew into her eye...and wanted to know what to do about it. See a doctor lady....and stop rubbing your eye! Seriously, you don't want to damage your cornea or something. And no....water rinsing isn't enough. It's glass! Just go to a doctor. But no, she can't for some time. Ok then...get some eyewash I guess. Get it at CVS...but for GODS sake....STOP RUBBING IT!! It won't make the pain go away.

Did I mention the creepy guy sitting across from me? No? Well...he was one of those guys with no expression, wearing super dark shades, making it impossible to see his eyes. Not that I wanted to see them or anything. But, well, with every bump and shake of the bus, my breasts jiggled...which makes me self-conscious. I know I have breast...and they aren't small....but there's a reason I don't run. So this man across from me who's facing me....I can't tell if he's looking at me, or what. I mean...how am I suppose to know if I should give him a dirty look or not?

Thank God for the sweet gal that sat next to me for a short time before getting off at the college. We discussed the differences between real cigarettes and vapor cigarettes. We're both waiting to see how much worse for you the vapors one's are.

Hmmm...I wonder if you can puff vapors on the bus.

Some rides are scary crazy

There's a difference between crazy...and CRAZY! The latter can be unnerving and well....really scary.

Imagine...sitting on a bench seat on the bus and some skinny little guy with a majorly bad hair day sits on the bench seat across from you. He looks a little wild-eyed but hey...we all have those days.

Then it begins. The talking. To himself. Then arguing. Reprimanding....raised voice. Shifting and restless. More arguing. Apparently he was bad and someone in his head was yelling at him. Then....

Quiet.

Whew...it's over.

NOT.

The voices in his head start up again. He glances at me a few times. I think I began to sweat a little and tried not to let him know that I was watching him. No eye contact...please!!

Then it happened!

He stood up suddenly...facing me.

Oh crap!

I stopped breathing.

My eyes must have gotten huge! (would've been a good time for a selfie...just to see the expression on my face.)

He took two forceful steps towards me....stopped right in front of me and reached out.

Did the voices in his head know that I was praying to GOD? Did it piss them off? Did they tell him to attack me cuz they didn't like my praying?

Then suddenly he changed directions a bit and reached over to the left....

Where, low and behold...there was a rack right next me. Full of bus route pamphlets.

He then promptly returned to his side of the bus and sat down.

I breathed!