Bus Stories

As I said in a previous post, I take public transit every day to work. There are several reasons I do this and the main one is to save money. Environmentally, I believe I'm making a small contribution by not driving my car as much. Granted, I do drive to the bus stop, so I'm not doing all that I could to. With having a small child at home, I feel like the extra 30 minutes I get with him each day is well worth the money in gas. Enough babbling and onto the good stuff.

#1: The Penis
I have been riding public transit since I was at least 8 years old. This was back when you didn't have to worry about your kids getting robbed, hurt, or kidnapped. We would hop on the #5 and go visit Great Grandma Rosa, who lived about 4 miles away. It was a nice advendure for two kids to take in the summer. When my little sisters (8and 10 years younger than I) got old enough, they came on our excursions.

It was just my older sister and I on a Saturday morning, headed to G-ma's house. There was a man laying on his side, sleeping like a log. He was wearing those running shorts that were super loose and thin. We were sort of giggling that he was obviously passed out and not just napping. We stopped giggling when we saw what was hanging out of his shorts. Ewwwww....a penis! I can honestly say the first penis I saw was while riding the bus to G-ma's house.

Story #2: Gangs
One of the things I enjoy (yes, I said enjoy) about public transit is the variety of people who use it. You have people from all walks of life who utilize the same bus to get to work, home, across town to meet friends, or to go shopping. It is some of the greatest people watching I have ever encountered.

This particular incident happened a few years ago while on my way home. Several young African Americans got on the bus and took their seats in several rows, just behind me. A few stops later, several Asian youths got on the bus. I'm not sure if one looked at the other funny, but they sounded like there was a huge fight brewing. Luckily, one of the guys said that they'd settle this some other time. Gee, thanks, a nice gang-banger.

Seriously, I was in the middle of this! I was thinking, "holy crap, I don't need this shit right now." I probably would have pissed my pants if they actually started fighting.

#3: BBQ Corner
The name: This is a long one that entails several very interesting stories. I'll start off with the name BBQ Corner. My bus stop is near this pedestrian bridge that crosses a busy street. My sis and I were getting off the bus and started walking up the bridge to cross the street. There's a curved ramp instead of stairs (more bike-friendly). I smell BBQ, thinking that someone dropped a sauce packet. Oh no, there's this guy applying the BBQ sauce like it's suntan lotion. I do believe it was KC Masterpiece.

A few months ago, I was walking across the pedestrian bridge and noticed something on the ground. I stopped to look and saw it was an empty carton of straberry flavored Anal Ease..ewwww

There's this interesting fellow who I see quite frequently on either side of the bridge. I got off the bus and was walking to my car when I heard a swish, swish, swish sound. I slowed down as I got to my car so I could get a better look. There was this guy walking with clear plastic bags over his shoes (it was warm out) and carrying a box on his right shoulder. I have since seen him several times, always with the bags on his shoes and carrying the box on his right shoulder. He will sometimes just seem to be waiting for the bus, but never gets on. You know he is odd, but he seems harmless. I wonder if I will ever catch the same bus and get a better look at this fellow.

#4 Ewwwww.....
I was walking across the bridge to catch the bus one morning and I happened to look down. I did a double take and realized that there was a friggin' bloody tampon laying there. Sick! Seriously, I couldn't fathom how that could get there. Of course I had to look on my way home and it was gone. Wonder who took care of it? Gag!!!