Bus Log: 08 Feb 10

Just as I had reconciled myself with not having enough loonies on a consistent enough basis to write regular Bus Logs, today happens...

Background
I got to the bus stop at 8:45....the bus did not arrive until 9:30. Of course when it got there it was DUMB crowded. Let me introduce u to the cast of characters.

The Sensible Booster
The bus was so crowded, the driver just let me on the back of the bus without paying. I get on, and there's this old man with 3 bottles of assorted varieties of Tide on the floor in front of him on his duffle bag. He says to me, without looking at me, (almost like how the weed boy say "got dem trees" where u can hear it JUST enough to make it out)









SB: Got Tide n batteries. Tide n batteries bruh. Give u a good deal.

I had my headphones on and pretended not to hear.

Couple stops later, the driver stops, and there's a wheelchair man who wants to get on. Mind you, this bus is filled OVER capacity right now. You got disgruntled fools from every part of the city on this joint at this point. So he gets off, opens up the back door and starts trying to find a way to let The Inconvenient Handicap on.

These fools LOST it!

"I KNOW he ain't bouta try to put him on this bus!"

"Aint no mo room muthaf*cka!"

"Make his *ss wait for the next one!!"

"I got an appointment I'm late fa!"

That last one came from a real cracky-lookin broad. All I could think was how she ain't have to worry; the crack spot is 24 hours, and they take walk-ins. You'll be ok. Your crack will be waiting on you, Ms. Cracky McCrackins.

So we squeeze in more, making room for Handiman. Some people got off, angrily, which I didn't mind.

Anyway, I look up at Mr. Wheeler and see him fumbling with his hands and kinda mumbling. So I assume he has a mental disability. Upon closer inspection, I notice this fool is STACKIN! His new name is Handi-Crip. I didn't know fools still really DID that sh*t! I was astounded. That explains his injury now - he got shot in the spine...still thuggin n rollin. 50 Cent ain't got shit on my real Detroit thugs!

:-\

We're nearing downtown and SB starts to pack up his belongings. Says to himself

SB: Let me pack up my PRODUCT...

I looked at him and laughed. HE knew that sh*t was funny.


A bunch of people gettin off the bus and I see a hand reach through the crowd with a bus transfer with writing on it pointing to the back corner of the bus. Somebody passes it back, and I look to see who it was going to. An unsuspecting young lady in the back of the bus had caught the attention of the hood rat guys. He got off the bus and she probably didn't even see who she was supposed to be calling. That guy was a f*ckin idiot....or a 7th grader.

These old men went absolutely NUTS! Including Tide Guy.

"OOOoooooOh-WEE!"

"I wish EYE was younger!"

"U gon tear it up now or later?"

"Guhl, u KNOW u got it goin on!"

....but she really didn't. Ladies, put a bright red streak in your permed hair, and yo ugly ass can fool most n*ggas.

After most have gotten off, i'm on the bus taking notes on my phone and hear one of the old men who just accosted the ugly girl ask me

Old Loser:That's a iPhone? What kinda case u got on there? That's a skin? Yeah I got one too. Mine ain't got no case tho. U gotta download what iTunes to get stuff on there? U get access to what a hunnit thousand apps? They got some nice stuff. Yeah I got one too. ::reaches in pocket pulls out nothing::

It was literally like that. I didn't say a word...


Right before my stop, this guy picks up the transfer that dude wrote his number on for ol girl. Mumbles "this somebody number!" puts in pocket, gets off bus.


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Bus Log - Homothugs

This looks like a band of roving homothugs.

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Bus Log: Wed 16 Dec 2009

December 10, 2009

On the way to work today, it was very cold. This guy came up to me informing me of this fact. His various ways to express how cold it was were very entertaining:

Old Crazy War Vet:

• This kinda cold ain't fit fa men!
• OOooOoh lawd help meh JEESUS!
• Da LAWD got a RAZOR in his pocket today!

Me: Yeah. The bus is coming. Sh*t, it's a Smart (they don't pick up in Detroit).
One-eyed man: I see a DDOT behind it.
Me: ::resisting the urge to say:: "How you see that???"


Once on the bus, these two [probably] crackheads got on arguing.
C1: Pay mine for me! ::walks to the back::
C2: You got your own bus fare! Pay it yoself! ::pays and boards::

They continue talking. A few stops later, the bus driver calls him back up front.

Bus Driver: Sir! Come here.
C1: Fa what??
BD: You gotta PAY!
C1: ::to C2:: I thought you paid for me!
C2: I DID! I gave him 2 transfers...
C1: OK I gotta go. Call me later

This fool gave up way too easily. He know his crack buddy didn't pay no damn fare for him. He prolly said to call so they can do more crack together, sadly.

December 15, 2009

Coming home from work, there's this guy standing near the bus stop. He looks like Homeless Biz-Face Killah The Chef. He looked pretty subdued....till I walked by. Then he sprang to life...

HBFKC: ay cuz...I'M COLDA DEN A ESKIMO CUZ! It's cold outside, but I'M COLDA DEN A ES-KA-MOE!

Like he was tryina battle me!!! He was rockin back and forth like we were in a full-out-battle-to-the-death-after-school-or-lunchtime-cypher!!!

I actually woulda taken him up, but was scared he might stab me with a syringe chuck full of Hepa-Swine-AIDS-E.

On the bus was this obviously illiterate man with a trashy-looking romance novel. He sat directly behind two real cute girls, peering right over the top of the book. Pretending to read behind two pretty girls - classy move, Mr. Illiteracy.

Handipendent Man

Guy in wheelchair get on the bus. Nothing special about that. The driver tries to assist him getting settled, to which Handipendency exclaims:

Handipendency: "I GOT it! I don't need yo help muthaf*cka!"

I looked up like "whoa!" This guy seriously ain't want no help. Then I bust out laughing. Only one on the bus crackin up.

He wouldn't let driver secure his wheelchair. Woulda been sooooooo funny if he purposely made his evil ass roll over.

Like 2 stops later, after dude realized he SHOULD have his chair secured, he politely calls to the driver:

HDP: Excuse me bus driva, could u strap my chair down please?

I laughed again.

December 16, 2009

On the way to work today, old man comes up and starts telling me how cold it is....like I didn't know. As long as I've been taking the bus, I'm still not good at pickin out which old people are just old, and which are old and f*cking crazy. This one started:

Old Guy: Man it's cold as SIN out here boy! The otha day, this broad came by man and i wasnt even lookin at her at first. Man i loked up, n saw her p*ssy was stickin out, ass was sticking out titties...! MAN! I was like wtf is that?? But it HAD to be her p*ssy cuz it was a GIRL! Well not a girl, a woman. She was like 20. I was like gooooddamn!

Me: ::cracking up while vigorously taking notes::

Old Guy: Know where u REALLY see it at? College! After Vietnam, I went to Michigan State...that the one in Ann arbor? Anyway some of these broads look like they built THEYSELF! u can tell the lawd REALLY love THEM!

I knew he would make for a REALLY interesting bus log. He musta thought I was laughing with him. Definitely AT you, sir.

Bus Log: The Lost Logs, August - November

For those of you who look forward to the bus logs, let me apologize. . . actually, f it. Nevermind, I'm not apologizing; I just ain't feel like writing. As such, All of November has been summed up into one entry, as well as various others that I just forgot to write lol.



August 20, 2009

The bus was unusually funky this day. One guy remarked: It smells like chicken sh*t! I don't think it was a random comparison; he looked like he knew EXACTLY what chicken sh*t smells like.

August 24, 2009

Standing at the bus stop this morning, I was approached by a rather large fellow. In his hand was a brown paper bag, from which he was drinking. As he swayed back and forth in an all-too-familiar fashion, he spoke

Morning Drunk: Dis da Woodward bus stop?
Me: ::looking up to the big "Woodward" street sign:: Yep.
MD: Oh

::awkward silence::

MD: Yo mama still alive??
Me: ....uh...yeah.
MD: My mama just passed last night.

Feel bad for him? Yeah I did too. . . keep reading.

MD: She died right the f*ck over there in that hospital ::points over in the general direction of DMC::
Me: Damn man. I'm sorry to hear that. U aight gettin home?
MD: Man nah. I need some bus fare ::pretends to cry::
Me: OK. Here's $2.
MD: Thanks man. . . ::turns to walk away, then comes back:: Ay lil bruh. I'm uh....I'm hungry too.

And I started thinking about it. . . I just gave this muthaf***a $2 for bus fare, and he's holding a 40oz of malt liquor! Get your priorities straight G! Get home first, THEN think about a drink! I don't even believe his mama died no more.

Me: Sorry mane. I ain't even got it. Go ask somebody in McDonald's

Saw him the next day pullin the same sh*t!

Evil Bus Driver
After getting on the bus, I noticed the driver was going really fast, and not stopping at all the stops. At one stop, he pulled over and someone was taking a long time to board the bus. He yells out "YOU BETTA RUN! I'M BOUTA LOSE MY JOB! NO TIME FA DIS!" and pulls off. I died laughing. I hope he does lose his job.

Supporting Characters
Big young fat lady rubbing her non-pregnant belly, wearing an NBA "baby" tee. She was not homeless.

Big old fat lady wearing a parka and a sweater. It's 70 degrees outside. She also was not homeless.

August 25, 2009

Got on the bus and the driver is slumped down in his seat (cuz he couldn't recline it) like he was pushin a dope boy 86 Monte or somethin. I sat AAAAALL the way in the back. Farthest corner from the driver. Everybody is in a chill mood, the bus is quiet...except for the ghetto ass bus driver. I heard every single syllable of his ghetto ass conversation to his (undoubtedly) ghetto ass buddy Chip. Although I couldn't hear Ghetto Ass Chip's end of the convo, I entertained myself by filling it in. I don't remember what was said, but I had fun at the time.

November XX, 2009 - The Bum Log


The bus has actually been unusually normal lately. However, since I work downtown, there is no shortage of weirdo sightings. This installment of the Bus Log will be known as The Bum Log.

At work today, I saw the same vagrant 3 times. His nose was unnecessarily, disgustingly runny. I mean like his nasty ass mustache was covered in slime - glistening in the late-November sun. The first time he saw me, he asked for some money for a sandwich from Jimmy John's. I didn't have any cash, so I bought him one on my card. I went in, brought it back to him, and instead of saying "Thank you" or the usual "God bless, brotha!" He says "what, no drink???" I said "you're welcome" and walked away. I saw him two more times within the next half hour, and he asked me for money for a sandwich again both times, like he had never seen me before in his life.

No wonder he's a bum. Loser.

I got on the elevator in the Ford Building on the way back up to the office, and Faizon Love's twin brother gets on with me. I usually speak to people on the elevator, so I say

Me: Hey man how's it goin?
Faizon Twin: Man I'm aight....::mood immediately changing to somber:: HEY MAN!....you love America?? I love America man. . . I fought in the war man, now they tryina not give me no money man. But I still love America man. ::looking sooooo serious and sad::

Me: ::getting off the elevator:: Cool. Have a nice day, guy.

Later on, on my way out the building again, this bum yells at me:
Excited Bum: Hey handsome young brotha, u got some spare change?
Me: Naw man. Sorry
EB: It's cool! Have a good day, lil brutha! HA! U got a beard like Dick Tracy!

I thought to myself, "Dick Tracy doesn't have a beard..."

Finally, on the way home on the bus. . .

This guy was exaggerating EVERYTHING!
Exaggeration Man: Man this sun is BEAMIN! It's CRAZY hot out here!
Fact: it was only in the mid-60s that day.

EM: But man this mornin it was cold as HELL! It was like ZERO BELOW out!
Fact: It didn't get colder than 40 degrees that day.


EM: I been out there workin in these coveralls I got from [can't remember the name of the cheap clothing store]. Dem shits only cost like TWO DOLLAS APIECE!
Fact: ....that one might be true. I dunno

He was talking to me this whole time, and I said not one word. Just nodded or made a "oh, word??" face.

PIE-YOW! Man
It's always a good thing when someone enjoys their job; they're generally more jolly and pleasant to be around. This is an especially useful attribute for someone in positions where customer service is required, like say....a bus driver. This particular bus driver took it a tad too far, methinks. He may have had a medical condition; I haven't seen him since this day.

Every person who got on the Woodward bus, he greeted with an excited "PIE-YOW!" and a fist bump. It was funny at first, and kinda created a more friendly mood in place of the usual watch-your-back feeling one gets on DDOT. He did this to literally every single passenger who got on the bus. And he sang loud, annoying songs when he pulled up to a stop. He would open the door, and should "WOOD-WAAARD WOOD-WAAAARD WOOD-WAAAAAAARD!" at the people waiting at the bus stop. I wish I could've gotten some of the crazy looks people gave him. Like people were really angry at this man for being happy.

One person even said: what the f*ck this n*gga so g*dd*mn happy about??

Detroit Hates Love.

COM-AH-DEE.


Another Day in November 

I caught the Dexter bus today. Coming up Cass, the bus driver passed this guy standing at the curb. He didn't stop because the bus stop was about a block down the street. He waited at the bus stop for dude to catch up, and when he got to the door, m'man said "F*CK YOU! I ain't wanna get on this bus NO way!"

I think that's all for the make-up bus logs. I'll try to stay up to date from now on ;-P

Bus Log: Tue 13 October 2009

This morning, standing at the bus stop, this guy comes walking up. He looks unkempt, but not homeless. Kinda stupid looking, but not crazy. He was kinda like one of those guys that, when his mama kicks him out or passes away, he won't know how to eat. Will soon fall prey to natural selection.

Anyway, he runs up to the bus stop, which was strange because there was no bus in sight. Then he stands stil, facing the other side of the street for about 20 seconds, turns to me and says:

Almost Bum: ::half-laughing:: Why the sign say "Bus Stop: No Standing?" What, they want us to sit down and wait for the bus??

Me: Yeah I always thought that was funny too.

Cuz I did. I thought of that before, giggled to myself, and shared that joke with no one. This guy...

AB: ::in a crescendo of anger:: naw, it's not funny...they expect us TO SIT DOWN AT THE BUS STOP?!??? I AINT SITTIN DOWN!!

I walked a block south to the next bus stop. He wasn't even on the bus.

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On the way home after work, I had to run for the bus. Why the bus driver lady look annoyed that I caught her before she pulled off??? I said "GOTCHA!" and walked to my seat.

She was unamused.

I mistakenly got off the bus a full 3 blocks early, so I had a great deal of walking to do. As I'm passing McDonald's, almost to my crib, this guy walks up to me and says:

Painter Guy: Whassup lil cuzzo?

Me: Nothin man. How's it goin?

Of course I didn't really CARE, it was just a greeting. But he proceeded to tell me aaaaaall about how he'd be better...

PG: Sheeeit bro bro, I'd be betta if I got me like 3 a 4 big buildin contracts ta paint. Talkin bout like 70-80 G's APIECE m'man! ::sees big woman crossing the street:: OOOOOOH-WEE! I LIKE em big! They got that good ol, sloppy, juicy-good thang! I'm talkin bout the type make ya not wann go HOME type lovin! Like that scene from Harlem Nights! Knowhatimsayin lil bruh??

Me: ::wishing I had a video camera in this guy:: ::laughing:: yep. I know what u mean.

Fun times on Woodward, I tell ya.

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