Bus Log: Tue 23 Sep 2008

• AIDS Man
  This guy gets on the bus, and the first thing I thought was "This guy has AIDS." Don't know what it is exactly that makes someone LOOK AIDSly, but he had it. Dude was tall, skinny, with light brown badly permed hair, pinned up in a hairnet, wearing a formerly black or dark gray hoodie, which had been bleached. He sits down directly in front of me (making me scared to breathe actually), and I noticed his hairline was like 6" above his collar and he was carrying a GameWorks bag, which I assumed was full of AIDS medicine or drug paraphernalia. . . I guess it could have been video games too, but I doubt it.



• This lady who looked just like Rosa Parks got on the bus. . . and sat BEHIND me. Ironic???



• Random building of the day
  Maceo's Croquettes and Dairy Bar (no lie. Grand River just north/west of Hubbell)



• Disgruntled Drunkard
  So I'm sitting there, looking out the window, when I hear some angry, drunken, profane mutterings, "I'll kick yo ass!." I look back and see this guy SPRAWLED out across the entire back seat. Drunk as hell. I immediately pulled out my phone and started taking notes. A lady got on the bus with her small child and walked towards the back. I guess I COULDA warned her, and given up my seat, but where's the fun in that? So I just watched. Her face went from unsuspecting smile, to disgustingly frightened. She sat her child next to Rosa Parks and moved away from Drunken Madness. Meanwhile, I'm holding back tears because of the burst of laughter threatening to erupt. I was the ONLIEST muthaf'a on that bus who thought it was HILARIOUS! Everybody else looked concerned, or scared, or otherwise unamused. Here is a partial list of his mutterings.
  
  
  • "I'm like Stevie Wonder - I'll kick yo ass!"
  
  
  • "I'ma kick ALL yall asses!"
  
  
  • "I'ma kick HIS ass!"
  
  
  • "Somebody gon SUFFA!"
  
  
  • Singing random songs. He even did a count off (1, 2, 1-2-3-4!)
  
  
  • "I don't like Murray Wright!" as we passed Murray Wright High School
  
  
  
  And as he exited the bus, I saw his hands, and at first, it looked like he was wearing latex gloves. Turns out he was just ashy as hell. He basically falls off the bus, angrily, then turns back to the bus, with a friendly smile, waves goodbye, and stumbles to the liquor store.
  
  I want him to ride my bus every day. No hobo.