Tense moments on a public bus
Dec. 20th, 2004 08:33 amAs I write this, there is a young man sitting next to me, separated only by the thinnest of cultural privacy taboos (and the fact that I can type with the monitor off) who is ranting and raving about how "all the black women ought to move into the social security administration and all the white women ought to move to the employment office, and I bet in a month I'd be turning black myself. Because there are too many black women at the employment office and not enough white women in social security." He is speaking quite loudly, and he goes on for several minutes. A man stands up to move away from him, and he snaps his fingers. I've never heard a snap so effective before. The backs of his hands are scarred and cut, but from what I can't tell. He's wearing a bicycle helmet, a beaten flannel shirt and equally beaten blue jeans turned grey with dust. He's in his late 20's, with blond curly hair.
After this long rant, he settles down to shifting in his seat constantly, and we are all grateful when he gets off the bus. If it weren't so damned cold, I wouldn't need my coffee this morning.
After this long rant, he settles down to shifting in his seat constantly, and we are all grateful when he gets off the bus. If it weren't so damned cold, I wouldn't need my coffee this morning.