Tense moments on a public bus

[elfs]

As 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.

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[spiralsong.livejournal.com]

Ahh, yes, the travails of public transportation. I've had a few instances of that sort myself on the bus. Though I do believe most entertaining was the day that Agent Smith was on my bus, smiling thinly at everybody. And no, it wasn't Hallowe'en, nor was it some Hugo Weaving professional look-alike. This guy WAS Agent Smith. At first it was amusing, but after 30 minutes of my 45 minute ride, it had gotten pretty creepy. I kept waiting for something to happen.

Oh yes, by the way, I've 'friended' you, if that's ok. If not, just let me know. :)

[elfs.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's fine. I put my stuff in public for a reason.