Thursday, May 19, 2005 Are you sick of the bus, yet? Good, me too.
Today I was waiting for the bus, but I had pleasant company, so it was great. Then the bus came, and that was great, too. Hello, bus! Hello, world! I nearly ran right into a guy outside the bus shelter, because I was distracted. I didn't, though. It was OK! I got on the bus.
No one else did, even though a bunch of people had been waiting. They didn't want to leave the bus stop. It made sense. That bus stop was absolutely fantastic, and I was living proof.
Anyway, a few blocks later, the bus pulled over, and the driver kicked us all off, and I learned a harsh lesson about reading the destination sign instead of just looking at the route number. I didn't mind. Bus schedules are works of fiction, and shame on me for not knowing that.
I walked the same way I usually go. Hello, sidewalk. Hello, weedy lot. You're looking lush today. Hello, sacks of garbage, and look at how you gleam in the sun. Cherish, cherish. Enjoy, enjoy.
I walked past a couple of dudes sitting on a curb, and as I passed, one of them spoke frankly to me about my rack. I never respond to advances of this nature, because I'm fucking afraid of dudes. Who isn't, right?
Then today it was one of those moments where you do something really out of character without thinking about it. I went back and asked him why he thought it was OK to say things like that, that I didn't enjoy it, it wasn't a compliment, I was a fucking human being, and I just wanted to walk down the street. He considered his response and spoke slowly so that I would understand. "You're a woman," he said. I thought that was awesome, because that is what he said, an undoctored quote. He said some more stuff after that, but I couldn't hear him, because there was all this steam coming out of my ears. Our conversation lapsed into cussing shortly thereafter. I said some stuff, and he stopped looking at me and stared at the sidewalk instead. Then he came back strong and rebutted by standing up and getting in my face, and then turning to better show me that he was grabbing his own ass, and I took my leave. "Gimme a fucking break," I said in parting, and then I started walking the rest of the way home.
I was upset for a few blocks, but then there was a man and a dog on the sidewalk, and the man said nothing at all. The dog did even better. It was carrying a hat in his mouth and prancing about it, and when I walked past, it wagged its tail. posted by Frenz | 5/19/2005 10:05:00 PM
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