elfs | Das Bus, and the music shuffle (Reply)

This morning, after taking my morning stroll through Pike Place Market, I sat at the transfer station and waited for my bus to come and take me to work. A man sat next to me and at first I thought he was just another commuter. He wore a medium rain jacket, nice shirt, khakis... and then my eyes caught that he was without socks. No, that wasn't right, he had socks on, but they were hospital socks, the paper-thin blue booties with the round-the-ankle elastic, that he had then thrust into his sneakers.

I looked up at his face. Clear skin, well-kept hair, perhaps a little tired. Classic Gallic profile, Aqualine nose. His hands moved, and I heard a >crack< sound and the smell of cheap beer wafted over me. He pulled the can out of his jacket, took a quick sip, and shoved it back underneath.

I wondered where he was. On his way down, I imagined, and did he know what lay at the bottom of that spiral? Couldn't he see it? It seemed so deliberate, all of it, as if he knew where he was going and didn't care. I was earnestly creeped.

I shuffled my music around a bit:

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