"Day 3 the Ride in to Work"

     I was going to just simply list everyone that boarded the bus this morning, by naming them: Freckular Kid, Too Old to Wear His Hat That Way Guy, No Need For That Jacket Dude, etc. But my morning was overshadowed by two gentlemen returning downtown after visiting the plasma donation center in Ballard.

     Eavesdropping is more art than science, although these two sat right across the aisle from me, so I couldn't have ignored them if I tried. Even so, you can't appear to be actively listening to someone's conversation, even if that someone is two loudmouth low-lifes on a bus.

     After sitting down, they began commiserating about how the new phlebotomist at the clinic had apparently been quite inept, and had to stick one of them several times before getting it right.
   "Man, after the first time, she shoulda just given you your forty bucks and let you go!" They discussed this injustice for quite a while before moving on to the importance of having sour cream when preparing tacos.
   "Did you get shells?"
   "Yeah man, I got shells."
   "Did you get sour cream?"
   "Awe shit man, I forgot sour cream!"
   "Man you gotta have sour cream if you're makin' tacos." Both nod in agreement.

     Later subjects ranged from where to find the best deals on drugs in the area,
   "Sometimes those natives in the park will really hook you up." To how hard it would be to fist fight a certain butch lesbian they both know. All much to the chagrin of the two girls in front of me.

     These two had no shame in being middle-aged grown men, still residing at institutional living facilities, suckling at the teat of liberal society. The fact that they had spent their morning giving blood for drug money didn't stop them from being indignant about the level of care provided them by the state.
   "I hate it when I go to the food bank, and they don't have the shit I want. That pisses me off." End quote.

     I don't like it when people make me think like a conservative. It's distasteful.