I rode the venerable #5 bus downtown this evening to meet up with my beloved. I like to ride the bus, mostly. There is one particular bus driver, an older, portly Hispanic gentleman, who really likes it when I ride the bus. Every time I board and he is the driver, he greets me as if we are old Army buddies who haven't seen each other since our night of drinking and whoring in Okinawa thirty years ago. I return his enthusiastic welcome and almost regret that I don't have a bottle of wine to give him.
Tonight, at my old 38th Street stop, a young couple clad in shiny and revealing clubwear boarded the bus. They were taking a long time up at the front. The bony-backed woman, dressed like the fourth member of the P***l B*******k held out a handful of change and the guy was talking a lot about numbers. It seemed that this couple was attempting to negotiate the price of bus fare. Every Capmetro bus comes equipped with a small but legible sign explaining that adults pay fifty cents to ride the bus. Failure to notice and comprehend municipal signage should not qualify a person to ride at the reduced handicapped fare.
Tonight's ride also featured an eyecatching public display of (enthusastic) affection between a long-haired, goateed caucasian hippie dude and his African-American non-hippie-ish dwarf girlfriend.
I like the bus.
RIP Tony Wilson. FAC ??
Posted by Zerd at August 10, 2007 11:42 PM