on the bus today there were only three of us. me, the driver, and a black man with those weird little nappy knobby twists all over his head. he came to sit next to me with his backpack and after riding hte bus so many times, im no longer afraid of the people that ride it anymore. i didnt know what this guy was about to pull out of his bag. i was expecting some kind of assortment of drugs. but instead when he unzips his pack, theres somewhere around 50 shiny snickers wrappers. some unopened, some empty. he told me he just stole all of them from the gas station up the road. i looked at him and laughed and he says, "you cool, girl."
i said i was sorry but that i didnt like nuts in my chocolate and that i had no money to buy one from him anyways (lie number one). i thought he might get angry try to steal my purse. i had quite a bit of money in there. i was on the way to make a deposit. so then he started to tell me his sob story on why he had to have money. i thought he was gonna tell me that he needed money for food to eat, or to pay child support, or that his mom was in the hospital. the typical stories. but instead, he surprised me! what he told me was probably the truth.
he told me his drug dealer was gonna kill him if he didnt pay back the money he owed. poor guy. but i wasnt about to pull out my wallet and give him a dollar. he would totally see all the big bills i had in there and probably WOULD try to steal my purse. so i stuck to my story.
i told him all i had was my debit card (lie number 2) and i wished him best of luck. also told him that i understood how it felt to be chased by a drug dealer that wanted his money back (lie number 3). i tried to put my sincerest sympathitic face on so that maybe he would leave me alone.
then i noticed his tshirt. it said, "i will slap that a** and make it fifty shades of red."
nice
but he didnt get up. he kept me trapped in my window seat. he smelled like pee and his eyes were extremely yellow. yuck. remind me never to get hooked on crack.
he did, however, make me realize what a great life i have. i thought i had a very lowly existence, but at least im not so low to the point of having to steal snickers bars from the gas station and sell them to people on the bus out of my backpack.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
i worked in mount pleasant last night til late and stayed at a family members house so i wouldnt have to take an expensive cab ride home late at night after being tired from serving stupid people for hours upon end yesterday. i woke up this morning and called a cab that took me as far as ye old fashioned on savannah highway. i told him to drop me off there so i could wait for the bus.
for one, i havent been on the bus for a week and decided it might be fun so i could make a new post in this here blog of mine. and secondly, the cab was getting expensive and i didnt want to pay ten more bucks to get home when i could just pay $1.75.
so i buy a mountain dew at the gas station and walk down the street to the bus stop to wait. i forgot that the bus only runs every other hour on sundays rather than every 45 minutes. i started freaking out hoping that i didnt have to wait at the bus stop for another hour and a half (best case scenario).
Thank goodness for Dr. Peskin, whoever he is. He was kind enough to put a bench at the bus stop. probably so that crack heads arent roaming around his property and peeing on his bushes while waiting for the bus. but i dont think that most people who wait for the bus care to know who put the bench there. i thought the little plaque on the bench was a little funny and over the top. im sure im the only person who has read it in ages. if i ever meet the guy, i will surely thank him though. sitting on a bench waiting for the bus sure beats standing at a bus stop.
however, i did not have to wait long. the bus came just 15 minutes later. after seeing an ambulance pass by. i said a little prayer for whoever those emt guys were going to pick up. seeing an ambulance always makes me sad.
when the bus was in sight i looked in my wallet to grab my bus fare, realizing the smallest bill i had was a 5. im an idiot. i gave my cab driver my last two dollar bills without thinking about the bus ride in my near future. so i stepped on the bus and shoved the five bucks into the money machine, hating myself. the bus money machine does NOT spit out change. gah im so dumb sometimes i swear.
no one is on the bus except me and a guy sleeping on the back of the bus that i just so happen to know from work, which is a first. i never know anyone on the bus. i took a seat in the front hoping that he doesnt wake up and recognize me. he is one of the kitchen guys that always hits on me. and i hate it. being stuck on an expty bus with no one else but the creepy kitchen guy and the bus driver (who farts alot and knows my name by the way) is not a good feeling.
of course he wakes up. of course.
"yo REEchull!"
thats how he says my name. it bothers the crap out of me. hes one of those gullah guys and i cant ever understand what hes saying.
i tried to ignore him and pretend that im asleep as well, til the bus driver slams on the brakes and i hit my head on one of those poles that are there to hold on to in situations like these. this bus driver just so happens to suck big time. he never brakes til the LAST possible moment. its scary.
i look in front of the bus to check out whats going on. i didnt hear the normal binging noise which goes off when someone pulls the yellow cord requesting for the driver to stop at the next bus stop. and we werent close to the next stop to pick anyone up waiting for the bus. theres a cop car blocking the road in avondale. we had to cut thru the papa murphys parking lot and i see an suv with its front bumber and hood all sorts of crunched up and the remains of a bmw motorcycle in the middle of the street. poor guy. he must have gotten picked up by that ambulance and rushed to the hospital. idk what happened but if he looked as bad as his bike did, im sure hes in pretty bad condition.
that only kept creepy kitchen guy at bay for the three minutes it took to bypass this wreck. as soon as i turn back around he is sitting right next to me. i didnt even hear or feel him sit down next to me. he tried to make small talk but i only answered the yes or no questions. i just wish he could take a hint. just once. he then asks me where i live. this is the part that sucks. i shouldnt have told him i was headed home. well actually i just said yes when he asked if i was going home. what sucks about the bus is that people could stalk you if they know what bus stop you get off at.
so i got off at the bus stop before the one i usually get off at. that adds an extra ten minutes to the walk home. on the way home, i saw yet another wreck. this time some idiot was trying to avoid hitting a squirrel and swirved into the other lane and hit an oncoming car. both cars spun. and the squirrel still died. stupid stupid stupid. its just a squirrel. theyre annoying. and where i come from, people shoot squirrels for fun. ida just hit the dang thing and kept going where i was going.
for one, i havent been on the bus for a week and decided it might be fun so i could make a new post in this here blog of mine. and secondly, the cab was getting expensive and i didnt want to pay ten more bucks to get home when i could just pay $1.75.
so i buy a mountain dew at the gas station and walk down the street to the bus stop to wait. i forgot that the bus only runs every other hour on sundays rather than every 45 minutes. i started freaking out hoping that i didnt have to wait at the bus stop for another hour and a half (best case scenario).
Thank goodness for Dr. Peskin, whoever he is. He was kind enough to put a bench at the bus stop. probably so that crack heads arent roaming around his property and peeing on his bushes while waiting for the bus. but i dont think that most people who wait for the bus care to know who put the bench there. i thought the little plaque on the bench was a little funny and over the top. im sure im the only person who has read it in ages. if i ever meet the guy, i will surely thank him though. sitting on a bench waiting for the bus sure beats standing at a bus stop.
however, i did not have to wait long. the bus came just 15 minutes later. after seeing an ambulance pass by. i said a little prayer for whoever those emt guys were going to pick up. seeing an ambulance always makes me sad.
when the bus was in sight i looked in my wallet to grab my bus fare, realizing the smallest bill i had was a 5. im an idiot. i gave my cab driver my last two dollar bills without thinking about the bus ride in my near future. so i stepped on the bus and shoved the five bucks into the money machine, hating myself. the bus money machine does NOT spit out change. gah im so dumb sometimes i swear.
no one is on the bus except me and a guy sleeping on the back of the bus that i just so happen to know from work, which is a first. i never know anyone on the bus. i took a seat in the front hoping that he doesnt wake up and recognize me. he is one of the kitchen guys that always hits on me. and i hate it. being stuck on an expty bus with no one else but the creepy kitchen guy and the bus driver (who farts alot and knows my name by the way) is not a good feeling.
of course he wakes up. of course.
"yo REEchull!"
thats how he says my name. it bothers the crap out of me. hes one of those gullah guys and i cant ever understand what hes saying.
i tried to ignore him and pretend that im asleep as well, til the bus driver slams on the brakes and i hit my head on one of those poles that are there to hold on to in situations like these. this bus driver just so happens to suck big time. he never brakes til the LAST possible moment. its scary.
i look in front of the bus to check out whats going on. i didnt hear the normal binging noise which goes off when someone pulls the yellow cord requesting for the driver to stop at the next bus stop. and we werent close to the next stop to pick anyone up waiting for the bus. theres a cop car blocking the road in avondale. we had to cut thru the papa murphys parking lot and i see an suv with its front bumber and hood all sorts of crunched up and the remains of a bmw motorcycle in the middle of the street. poor guy. he must have gotten picked up by that ambulance and rushed to the hospital. idk what happened but if he looked as bad as his bike did, im sure hes in pretty bad condition.
that only kept creepy kitchen guy at bay for the three minutes it took to bypass this wreck. as soon as i turn back around he is sitting right next to me. i didnt even hear or feel him sit down next to me. he tried to make small talk but i only answered the yes or no questions. i just wish he could take a hint. just once. he then asks me where i live. this is the part that sucks. i shouldnt have told him i was headed home. well actually i just said yes when he asked if i was going home. what sucks about the bus is that people could stalk you if they know what bus stop you get off at.
so i got off at the bus stop before the one i usually get off at. that adds an extra ten minutes to the walk home. on the way home, i saw yet another wreck. this time some idiot was trying to avoid hitting a squirrel and swirved into the other lane and hit an oncoming car. both cars spun. and the squirrel still died. stupid stupid stupid. its just a squirrel. theyre annoying. and where i come from, people shoot squirrels for fun. ida just hit the dang thing and kept going where i was going.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
mar 29
"on the CARTA today: AC is broken and bus is full. Smells like melted cocoa butter and fried seafood. The man sitting across from me has a tshirt on that reads, "im an a**hole, hatas gunna hate." i dont think i will hate on him. Hes as tall as a mountain with a huge scar on his face and the coolest air force ones on his feet that ive ever seen. Lady beside him has leopard print leggings on with what looks like 8inch stilletos and a oversized purple fur coat. I wonder if its real? Maybe flying purple people eaters DO exist. That is all for today."
mar 22
"I did not ride the CARTA bus today, but i did eat at ryans. Which feels basically the same. I am in the minority and feel scarred when its all over."
mar 16
"Just got on the bus today and there was an overwhelmingly heinous smell of fresh urine. I heard some giggles coming from the back of the bus (which, just like on the school bus, is taken up by the troublemakers) as i sat down and the seat was wet. Now i know why it was the only seat left on the bus. Guess i will be standing today and will imediately be showering as soon as i get home."
mar 15
"And here is what i see on the carta bus today... Bus is full. Lady standing beside me must weigh over 400 lbs and has a gigantic hole in the seat of her pants, homeless man sneakin sips of a mad dog (orange flavor/color), lady at the front of the bus just took off her red wig, and one preppy girl with no shoes on. I wonder what people think of me when they see me sitting across the aisle from them on the bus?"
"also, on the way up towards the front of the bus to get off at my stop, i see a hank of hair on the floor wrapped around a big ol' zebra printed plastic earring. Hate i missed the cat fight."
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