Bus Times

     Saw a blind woman with an ill-mannered service dog on the bus today. That must be helpful, having to wrangle an unruly animal and not see. Little bit later, a homeless guy got on with his wheeled 'luggage' and asked the driver to deploy the wheelchair ramp so he could load his trailer with ease. After many whirring noises and about ten minutes, he finally boarded the bus, only to exit with the same fanfare at the next stop.

     Y'know, I don't begrudge folks the little niceties in life, but c'mon people, I've got stuff to do. And what's with the, 'I'm so gangster I take forever to cross the street' move? I guess I might finally be beginning to chaff from all the exposure to the unwashed masses, but it seems that some people are so starved for attention that they will do anything for it. Last week, 'Birthday Girl'- some of you might remember her- was talking loudly and obnoxiously to a stranger, as she likes to do, and when the bus driver stopped at a stop, screamed for her to open the back door. She wasn't the one exiting. I know people call out for the back door, but this is not what I'm talking about; She yelled it. No one really said anything. When she did it again at the very next stop though, the driver yelled back at her,
   "Lady, you scream like that again, and your gettin' off this bus!"
   "Yes Ma'am." 


     We live in a society people, let's try to get along with each other. It's common courtesy to not push every button in the elevator before you get off, or to 'release a chocolate ghost' in a crowded theater. I assume people know these things, but maybe not. I can't help hearing my grandfather voice his displeasure in my head when I witness this kind of stuff. Vulgar. Base in nature.
   Maybe I'm just getting older, but it occurred to me the other day, while I was watering my front lawn in black socks and my underwear, that folks these days ain't had no good schoolin' for cripes sake! Who raised these people anyway?!? Now, I shouldn't get my blood up, but I just get so angry thinking about it. Welp, it's time for my stories, so I have to go. Now, where did I put my glasses?




   Oh, here they are.