Sunday, April 24, 2005 not everything that's real is plausible
On Saturday night, I was coming home from Annapolis Challenge. I was waiting for the light rail at Patapsco and from behind the stop, I heard all these little frogs peeping away. I say they were frogs, anyway.
Of course they were frogs, but I was the only one who was sure of the truth. One man said birds, and another one said rats, but then I chimed in, and the frogs stopped all of a sudden, like they didn't want to be found out. "Anyway, I'm not going down there to find out," the man who said it was birds said, and just like that, they started up again, peeping up like little ping pong balls bouncing.
One person waiting at the stop who didn't join the debate was a heavyset man in his later thirties. He had bleached his hair blonde and allowed it to grow long on the top, while shaving the back and sides. Stubble was growing into those areas, but it didn't conceal the way his neck had that unfortunate "pack of hotdogs" configuration of folds.
I knew a lot about his neck, because he'd been on the same busses as I had, coming and going. By the time I started the Challenge on Saturday afternoon, my sins of the week were catching up with me, and I got queasy if I tried to read, so I stared at people and tried to hear their conversations. On the way to Annapolis, we had all been riding through some ugly, ugly nowheresville towns who hadn't paid their quaintness bills in decades, and the whole time, this blonde man was glued to his cellphone.
Mostly, the conversation seemed to be on the other end. Evidently, there were situations.
On the way down there, I'd heard the man sigh and say into the phone, "She said she missed me so much." I'd spent the rest of the ride thinking about who missed him, and how it might be to wake up in the morning and have your first thoughts to be thoughts of that guy, like, Damn, I remember how his unflattering haircut used to blow around in the breeze. (Aloud:) "Where are you, my angel?"
On the way back, he got on the bus a stop or so after I did and sat a few seats in front of me. That time I noticed that the t-shirt with the sleeves cut off that he was wearing advertised Insane Clown Posse. I thought again of the person who missed him so much. "Light of my life, fire of my loins: that guy." I'm glad somebody missed him.
It's been a nice few days. Didn't see it coming. Evidently, I'm a special guest star. I'm just like that guy on the bus: we have situations going. Peep, peep. It's Spring. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 4/24/2005 09:06:00 PM
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