For those gentle readers who might know anything about me, you will understand why I do not sit on the provided benches where the buses line up downtown. Friday was different. The little voice that speaks to me from my right ankle sharply suggested that I sit. The benches are in sections of three with a black metal bar separating each space. I glanced about and the only seat where I would not have to actually sit next to some one was three from the far end. I sat and nodded hello to the, too cool for cats high schooler two spaces to my left. To avoid the whole situation, I stared in the direction where the bus would come.
It was at this point that the woman three spaces to my right began to cough violently. As she coughed, her arm shook as if it demanded she release the lit cigarette she held. "Damn it, cover your mouth!" This came from a woman directly to my right. Who knows when she sat down? "It's my Asthma," the coughing woman responded apologetically. "I don't give a damn what chu got, cover your goddamn mouth!" To this the coughing woman repeated the Asthma excuse and the angry woman stormed off. I could not help but stare at the lit cigarette.
I was distracted from the cigarette by a 300+ pound woman standing three feet in front of me. She wore new sung fitting jeans. The peculiar thing was that on the back right pocket of the jeans was an almost life size head shot of the cartoon character, Fat Albert. Yeah, you read that right. My immediate thought was, "is it still irony if it's really really obvious?"
What next you ask? How about the guy with the bright yellow sandwich sign who walked over to me and shouted, "Christ Died For Your Sins!" He continued to loudly try to save my soul until the bus finally pulled up.
When I got home I ate ice cream instead of dinner.
It was at this point that the woman three spaces to my right began to cough violently. As she coughed, her arm shook as if it demanded she release the lit cigarette she held. "Damn it, cover your mouth!" This came from a woman directly to my right. Who knows when she sat down? "It's my Asthma," the coughing woman responded apologetically. "I don't give a damn what chu got, cover your goddamn mouth!" To this the coughing woman repeated the Asthma excuse and the angry woman stormed off. I could not help but stare at the lit cigarette.
I was distracted from the cigarette by a 300+ pound woman standing three feet in front of me. She wore new sung fitting jeans. The peculiar thing was that on the back right pocket of the jeans was an almost life size head shot of the cartoon character, Fat Albert. Yeah, you read that right. My immediate thought was, "is it still irony if it's really really obvious?"
What next you ask? How about the guy with the bright yellow sandwich sign who walked over to me and shouted, "Christ Died For Your Sins!" He continued to loudly try to save my soul until the bus finally pulled up.
When I got home I ate ice cream instead of dinner.
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