I'm sorry I haven't blogged so far this week. But I am now!
Tuesday was an interesting day, Thursday literally nothing interesting happened. It was sad in many ways. Friday was pretty much completely hysterical.
To start off Tuesday I had the most talkative bus driver ever. He told me about his bad knees, and about his Mom who had broken her hip falling down, about his bus routine and about the people that rode his bus. He was willing to talk a lot because for the first fifteen minutes of riding I was the only passenger. Finally someone else got on the bus and it was Seat Happy. For quite some time it was only the two of us and the bus driver and it was interesting hearing all the conversation that went on. Seat Happy told me that he was a dishwasher and had been so for 34 years at the same restaurant. He went every week day at 10 o'clock to relieve another dishwasher who was "absolutely horrible and no help at all." I chuckled at his description and agreed that some people were just that way.
When we got to the first park-n-ride several more people joined us. This must have been "National Be Friendly Day" and I just just missed the memo because complete strangers were talking to each other and me. Talking about their kids and showing pictures and swapping baby stories and explaining what made them name their kids things such as Soarin or Willow or Hope. I do believe I was riding with a bunch of hippies.
The rest of the bus ride was spent in this friendly manner and I got off at my stop still confused as to why everyone was being so friendly and talkative. But it didn't matter, it was rather pleasant.
FRIDAY. What a day. It was funny and odd all at the same time and I kind of had this "Awww.... that's disturbing" feeling. While I was sitting at my second bus stop waiting for it to arrive two flamboyantly gay people joined me on the bench. Sometimes I have to watch gay people for a few minutes before I realize that they are, but these two screamed we're not straight! And I do mean screamed. It started with one of them sitting down with his legs crossed tightly.... too tightly... and him "fluffing" his newspaper. It was amusing so I had to put my head down and pretend like I was really interested in my book to avoid laughing out loud. When the bus finally arrived we all stood up to board it. Noticing I was on a crutch the two lovely men stood aside to let me get on first. One smiled at me sweetly and said, "We're going to let the gorgeous girl go first."
My first reaction was Awww! They think I'm gorgeous... followed by.... that is so weird. Which clearly showed on my face because they gave me a funny look back and the other guy told me in his sweetest, most lispy voice, "Just because we're gay doesn't mean we don't have eyes to see a beautiful woman."
Awwww. You two are so cute and ridiculous. Let me get on the bus and hope I sit in a seat that I can avoid seeing your eyes. Because that would be awkward.
Unfortunately I didn't get that seat. I sat down first and since they followed me they sat across the aisle from me. The read their newspapers and whispered to each other in lispy voices the whole ride and got off only a few stops before me, meaning I had to ride with them the for over an hour. But it was amusing none the less and it made me laugh later. I had to tell everyone because who wouldn't?
Beware RTD riders, if you do something ridiculous you may just end up in my blog.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Boy, do I feel suspected.
Dear Readers, I did not write on Tuesday because my Mom and brother took me to school. It was really quite a shame because I showed up really early and went to the student lounge where I watched some show called "The Herd" or something like that for an hour. I didn't have to watch it, I know, but there really wasn't anything else to do. I watched as some guy ranted for an hour about sports and people and it was quite annoying. I wonder if anyone knows what I'm talking about?
Today was simply ... frightening.
It by no means started that way, but it certainly got there. About two stops after I got on a man sat down near me. Now I always use the handicap seat because I can easily put my crutch underneath it and it's in no one's way. The man that sat near me was about 60 and still hadn't given up the 50s hair oil, slicked back look. First he glares at me for sitting in the handicapped seating and then asks me all suspiciously, "Is that your crutch?"
"Yes sir, that's my crutch."
"Are you using it as a crutch or just as a reason to sit in the best on the bus?"
I don't think it's the best seat in the bus. Everyone can see you sitting there, it faces people, and you face away from the window, and if the bus driver stops are starts to quickly you go flying with nothing to stop you. It's not the best seat in the bus.
"No sir, I have to use it."
"Well, uh, it would appear there ain't nothin' wrong with ya."
For me at this point I would usually explain that I have hip problems. But by now I was really fed up and he was being awfully mean about where I was sitting. I could have offered to move to make him happy. But no! I am a fighter.
"Well, sir, there is. I have to use this crutch and I will sit in this seat."
RUN, FLEE, HIDE!
A look of hate mutated his face. I was trembling a tad but looked him in the eye. There was no way under the sun I was going to lose this battle. Victory! He looked away and sat back in his seat. Moments later the bus was boarded again.
"She's a bird. Don't be scared. He looks like a scarecrow. Everyone stops in the river. Where's your wig? How often do the bees sleep? When will the flowers explode? Why is there no driver on this bus?"
A homeless looking Santa was now on the bus. He had a long, dirty white beard and even filthier clothes. He was evening wearing a very old, grimy and torn up Santa Clause hat. And he was talking a hundred miles a minute, to no one, about nothing. It was always in a loud, sharp voice that could have waked the dead. To my great relief he sat in the very back of the bus, I was in the very front. Nonetheless I could hear every word he was saying. Now he was talking to someone... that wasn't there.
You see every person on this public transportation vehicle get suddenly very uncomfortable. I look of dread filled everyone's eyes. I could feel my own heart racing. Even Seat Happy, who we already know is pretty crazy himself, was looking nervous.
It was the weirdest ride from then on. No one on the bus said a word. Even the bus driver wasn't calling out intersection names. It was like something had zipped everyone's mouth shut. Except, of course, Crazy Santa's mouth. I couldn't find it in myself to be amused by this insane person. Like everyone else I just wanted off the bus and soon. Finally my stop came up, it felt like I had been on the bus about a month at this point, but there it was. Sweet freedom. I enjoyed breathing in the fresh air and listening to the hum of the city.
I hope my ride tomorrow is different.
Today was simply ... frightening.
It by no means started that way, but it certainly got there. About two stops after I got on a man sat down near me. Now I always use the handicap seat because I can easily put my crutch underneath it and it's in no one's way. The man that sat near me was about 60 and still hadn't given up the 50s hair oil, slicked back look. First he glares at me for sitting in the handicapped seating and then asks me all suspiciously, "Is that your crutch?"
"Yes sir, that's my crutch."
"Are you using it as a crutch or just as a reason to sit in the best on the bus?"
I don't think it's the best seat in the bus. Everyone can see you sitting there, it faces people, and you face away from the window, and if the bus driver stops are starts to quickly you go flying with nothing to stop you. It's not the best seat in the bus.
"No sir, I have to use it."
"Well, uh, it would appear there ain't nothin' wrong with ya."
For me at this point I would usually explain that I have hip problems. But by now I was really fed up and he was being awfully mean about where I was sitting. I could have offered to move to make him happy. But no! I am a fighter.
"Well, sir, there is. I have to use this crutch and I will sit in this seat."
RUN, FLEE, HIDE!
A look of hate mutated his face. I was trembling a tad but looked him in the eye. There was no way under the sun I was going to lose this battle. Victory! He looked away and sat back in his seat. Moments later the bus was boarded again.
"She's a bird. Don't be scared. He looks like a scarecrow. Everyone stops in the river. Where's your wig? How often do the bees sleep? When will the flowers explode? Why is there no driver on this bus?"
A homeless looking Santa was now on the bus. He had a long, dirty white beard and even filthier clothes. He was evening wearing a very old, grimy and torn up Santa Clause hat. And he was talking a hundred miles a minute, to no one, about nothing. It was always in a loud, sharp voice that could have waked the dead. To my great relief he sat in the very back of the bus, I was in the very front. Nonetheless I could hear every word he was saying. Now he was talking to someone... that wasn't there.
You see every person on this public transportation vehicle get suddenly very uncomfortable. I look of dread filled everyone's eyes. I could feel my own heart racing. Even Seat Happy, who we already know is pretty crazy himself, was looking nervous.
It was the weirdest ride from then on. No one on the bus said a word. Even the bus driver wasn't calling out intersection names. It was like something had zipped everyone's mouth shut. Except, of course, Crazy Santa's mouth. I couldn't find it in myself to be amused by this insane person. Like everyone else I just wanted off the bus and soon. Finally my stop came up, it felt like I had been on the bus about a month at this point, but there it was. Sweet freedom. I enjoyed breathing in the fresh air and listening to the hum of the city.
I hope my ride tomorrow is different.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
You Must be Desperate for a Smoke
If you are reading this you are probably assuming I 1) make all this jazz up 2) surprised that all of this could be happening when I ride the bus 3) confused. 1) I’m no making it up. 2) I am as surprised as you, don’t worry. 3) Confusion adds to the entertainment of every situation.
I should also let you know that Thursday and Friday weren’t too exciting that’s why I’m combining them.
Thursday just started out interesting for me riding the bus. I now know there is a funny little man that I will always ride the bus with on my way to school. He spends most of his time going from seat to seat to seat in the bus, till he’s sat on every single one that isn’t already occupied. Another of his peculiar habits is he wants people to talk to him. He doesn’t want to talk back but he’ll certainly listen. Yesterday he started being very odd. There was a newspaper at a vacant seat so he went over there and opened it up like he was about to read it. Suddenly I hear RIIIIP. I whirl around to see him slowly, and precisely shredding the paper. At first I’m shocked, then I get over this feeling because I’ve observed him to be such an odd duck in the first place, then I’m slightly appalled, followed by the usual amusement I feel.
We were at a park-in-ride and since we were ahead of schedule we waited there for sometime. While we were waiting a couple got on. They had been on the bus for awhile and were settled in when we were about to leave. As we were pulling out a man without a shirt on (it was in his hand) comes dashing across the street in front of the bus. The bus driver had to slam on his break really hard to keep from hitting the man. The shirtless wonder comes around to the bus door and starts to get one. Immediately the driver starts to yell at him that if he doesn’t have a shirt on he can’t board the bus. So donning his shirt he gets on the bus and walks back to the couple that got on only a few minutes before. He grabs a cigarette and heads off. What? You jumped in front of a bus, almost killed yourself in the process just for a smoke?! Where’s you’re common sense, man?!
I know what you are thinking. People really don’t seem to have common sense anymore. It’s really sad and pathetic.
Friday was nothing much except that the bus driver kept stopping when there was no one getting on or off. After doing this several times some fella came up and cussed her out and told her he wanted his money back. The odd thing was he was very well dressed and looked like a nice fellow. Never assume.
That's all for now. Till next time - this is Resa the rider of the RTD.
I should also let you know that Thursday and Friday weren’t too exciting that’s why I’m combining them.
Thursday just started out interesting for me riding the bus. I now know there is a funny little man that I will always ride the bus with on my way to school. He spends most of his time going from seat to seat to seat in the bus, till he’s sat on every single one that isn’t already occupied. Another of his peculiar habits is he wants people to talk to him. He doesn’t want to talk back but he’ll certainly listen. Yesterday he started being very odd. There was a newspaper at a vacant seat so he went over there and opened it up like he was about to read it. Suddenly I hear RIIIIP. I whirl around to see him slowly, and precisely shredding the paper. At first I’m shocked, then I get over this feeling because I’ve observed him to be such an odd duck in the first place, then I’m slightly appalled, followed by the usual amusement I feel.
We were at a park-in-ride and since we were ahead of schedule we waited there for sometime. While we were waiting a couple got on. They had been on the bus for awhile and were settled in when we were about to leave. As we were pulling out a man without a shirt on (it was in his hand) comes dashing across the street in front of the bus. The bus driver had to slam on his break really hard to keep from hitting the man. The shirtless wonder comes around to the bus door and starts to get one. Immediately the driver starts to yell at him that if he doesn’t have a shirt on he can’t board the bus. So donning his shirt he gets on the bus and walks back to the couple that got on only a few minutes before. He grabs a cigarette and heads off. What? You jumped in front of a bus, almost killed yourself in the process just for a smoke?! Where’s you’re common sense, man?!
I know what you are thinking. People really don’t seem to have common sense anymore. It’s really sad and pathetic.
Friday was nothing much except that the bus driver kept stopping when there was no one getting on or off. After doing this several times some fella came up and cussed her out and told her he wanted his money back. The odd thing was he was very well dressed and looked like a nice fellow. Never assume.
That's all for now. Till next time - this is Resa the rider of the RTD.
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