I went out and did errands yesterday. Took the bus, went to the bank, went to the grocery store, and then went to catch the bus again, only to see it driving up the street before I could even cross to the right side to catch it! It only runs about once an hour. "Dang it" I said, for I was doomed to a 45 minute walk home. Carrying groceries. Fun!!! But the bus driver saw me and pulled over at not-a-stop to let me get on.
"Thanks," I said, "I thought I missed it."
"Well, you almost did," he replied, "but I recognized you, and I didn't want to be mean."
Bus drivers are great people, in general. I've had so many pleasant experiences with them. There have only been a couple I've had to deal with who I didn't really like.
At the next stop, this woman got on who was asking the driver odd questions. She seemed to think that someone (or a group of someones) was trying to invade her privacy by using bus intercoms and her cell phone to remind her about some past accident. It was the police, she was sure, because who else would have that kind of access and power? Whoever it was, they were definitely changing their voice with a special microphone so that she couldn't identify them, and they were targeting her because she could only afford a cheap cell phone plan. People who don't pay enough money get picked on (by the police). It was also because she was a woman, and whoever it was was probably a man who thought women were the weaker sex. I felt a little sorry for the bus driver, because she was going the opposite direction and got on the bus on the wrong side of the street, so she was going to stay on the bus when it turned around and went back. That's at least another 45 minutes to an hour. And it didn't seem like she was going to stop talking about the conspiracies against her anytime soon.
Breaking: my neighbor just walked by my door talking loudly on his phone about how "the power you have to manipulate the universe" and stuff like that. Spooooooky.
I love eavesdropping. Not gonna lie. People can be pretty interesting.
I like knee socks. This blog has nothing to do with knee socks, except when it does. This was mangapasta from 2009-2013. It's been archived now... sorta?
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com·ment [kom-ent]
noun
1. a remark, observation, or criticism
4. a note in explanation, expansion, or criticism of a passage in a book, article, or the like; annotation.
5. explanatory or critical matter added to a text.
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