Well, Halloween has its perks, and one is riding the bus all day to see what one can find. Anyone who was anyone had a costume on, and yes, I was one of them.
Pulled on the hat, trenchcoat, and jet-black sunglasses, settled into the bus, and spoke only in quiet tones. For a whole day, I was a spy.
Met up with the people who thought I was a Werewolf, and heard them speaking about such a thing. I lean forward, lift the hat and glasses off, and speak in calm tones, "Next time, check the seat behind you. I hear everything." and then sit back, putting my hat and sunglasses back on.
Also had a beautiful full moon that shone through even the cloudy night. Made the 2 in front of me nervous, though I stated, just to joke back, "Don't worry, I won't bite."
Needless to say, I wasn't about to go sprinting on my toes for the nearest exit this time.
Though I hate having to cut my mane of hair. I swear, whatever gives the little kids the thought to stick their used, nasty, germy chewing gum in my shaggy mane of hair is getting out of hand. On the plus side, it was long enough I donated the good portions for making wigs. Hope they don't mind that some of my hair, even at my young age, has turned gray or silver.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
What the!?
What is it with young children and spitting gum on the bus!? That's disgusting. I don't want to see chewed gum spat in the aisle for someone to step in. I don't want it in my hair, either. I'm proud of my shaggy mane of hair.
As far as garbage on the seats, don't cover a spill with a magazine, then not tell the person that you spilled coffee or something like that on the seat. I wanted, and I don't say this lightly, to kill the teen who spilled soda on my seat, didn't tell me, then laughed at me, saying, "Hey, Wet Ass, what's up!" I got the last laugh when they got chucked off, giving a triumphant, "HA!" out the window.
Also, what the heck with the chip bags floating around the back of the bus? That's rude. I never eat on the bus. I only rarely have a soda on the bus.
And to the moron who dumped a 2 liter of Mountain Dew all over the floor (I hope it was mountain dew and not pee! That soaked my favorite pair of running shoes), next time, don't do that when you're on the bus going downhill to a stoplight.
As far as garbage on the seats, don't cover a spill with a magazine, then not tell the person that you spilled coffee or something like that on the seat. I wanted, and I don't say this lightly, to kill the teen who spilled soda on my seat, didn't tell me, then laughed at me, saying, "Hey, Wet Ass, what's up!" I got the last laugh when they got chucked off, giving a triumphant, "HA!" out the window.
Also, what the heck with the chip bags floating around the back of the bus? That's rude. I never eat on the bus. I only rarely have a soda on the bus.
And to the moron who dumped a 2 liter of Mountain Dew all over the floor (I hope it was mountain dew and not pee! That soaked my favorite pair of running shoes), next time, don't do that when you're on the bus going downhill to a stoplight.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Headshot
Most recent one was on the school-bus today. Naturally, high-school kids are maniacs, and this day was no different.
Of course, I'm playing video games on, well, my cell-phone. Someone sitting next to me, watching me playing the game, screams, "Boom! Headshot!" and makes me jump. (note: very strong senses. Him yelling next to me is like sticking your head in a jet engine. It's not pleasant)
I gave him a Backpack to the Face before heading inside.
Of course, I'm playing video games on, well, my cell-phone. Someone sitting next to me, watching me playing the game, screams, "Boom! Headshot!" and makes me jump. (note: very strong senses. Him yelling next to me is like sticking your head in a jet engine. It's not pleasant)
I gave him a Backpack to the Face before heading inside.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Another good, yet old one.
I stated earlier, I don't pay attention to bus numbers. Ever. That's why I don't plan to put down numbers even if I do notice them.
This one rings out pretty well to me. Hits close to heart, too.
Riding the bus and minding my own business, having an interesting time taking in the sights (we were riding by the park) and some old lady taps me on the shoulder. I flinch, then turn to see who she is.
Suddenly, I get asked the oddest question I've heard in my life.
"Are you, or are you not, a Werewolf?"
Naturally, I start laughing. Probably not the best thing in that situation. You see, I've got this laugh that sounds like I had a helium accident. I also tend to throw my head back while laughing. This laugh inside a tin can (aka: the bus) almost sounds like a howl after your ears start ringing.
"So what if I am?" I ask, just out of curiosity.
Wrong move.
The lady and her seat partner jump up and start screaming "Werewolf" and pointing at me.
Next stop, I just about bailed out of the window, sprinting away on my toes. (I can't run in shoes, and I can't run with my heels hitting pavement. Hurts too much.)
This one rings out pretty well to me. Hits close to heart, too.
Riding the bus and minding my own business, having an interesting time taking in the sights (we were riding by the park) and some old lady taps me on the shoulder. I flinch, then turn to see who she is.
Suddenly, I get asked the oddest question I've heard in my life.
"Are you, or are you not, a Werewolf?"
Naturally, I start laughing. Probably not the best thing in that situation. You see, I've got this laugh that sounds like I had a helium accident. I also tend to throw my head back while laughing. This laugh inside a tin can (aka: the bus) almost sounds like a howl after your ears start ringing.
"So what if I am?" I ask, just out of curiosity.
Wrong move.
The lady and her seat partner jump up and start screaming "Werewolf" and pointing at me.
Next stop, I just about bailed out of the window, sprinting away on my toes. (I can't run in shoes, and I can't run with my heels hitting pavement. Hurts too much.)
MouseTrap
Okay, one of the older ones touched on at Picking Up Strangers was the MouseTrap.
Having boarded the bus and picked my seat, gotten all my stuff ready, and planned on just watching the ride through the huge mirror 3 rows up, I opened the laptop I had in my backpack and just started playing a game (Windows XP with the built in pinball game, sound off) when some moron reaches into the bag.
I look over. "You don't want to do that. You see, I'm evil in nature, and that backpack is full of traps." Not a lie. I'm wild at heart.
He reaches in and grabs what must have felt like an MP3 player at first.
SNAP!
The traps start snapping closed, pinching his hand.
He got off at the next stop. Thief took my mouse traps!
Having boarded the bus and picked my seat, gotten all my stuff ready, and planned on just watching the ride through the huge mirror 3 rows up, I opened the laptop I had in my backpack and just started playing a game (Windows XP with the built in pinball game, sound off) when some moron reaches into the bag.
I look over. "You don't want to do that. You see, I'm evil in nature, and that backpack is full of traps." Not a lie. I'm wild at heart.
He reaches in and grabs what must have felt like an MP3 player at first.
SNAP!
The traps start snapping closed, pinching his hand.
He got off at the next stop. Thief took my mouse traps!
Older stuff
A lot of my older stuff can be found on Jeanne's site, but some will be brought up here.
As I don't drive the bus, and only ride now and then, I will only ever put a small number of things up, and may go for days or weeks without an update.
As I don't drive the bus, and only ride now and then, I will only ever put a small number of things up, and may go for days or weeks without an update.
Okay, first notes
While Jeanne of Picking Up Strangers (shameless linking alert!) gives a full view of what it's like to be the driver of a bus, I will give a full view of the hilarity, from the rider's perspective.
Now, I don't ride the bus because I have to, only cause I want to, thereby I won't put up route numbers, where I got on, where I got off, or distance traveled.
Only what matters.
Ready?
Too late, let's go.
Now, I don't ride the bus because I have to, only cause I want to, thereby I won't put up route numbers, where I got on, where I got off, or distance traveled.
Only what matters.
Ready?
Too late, let's go.
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