Transit Tales
This morning
#15 Bus
Me: Kinda sleeping, as per usual.
Old dude: Lower the back of the bus!
Bus driver, on loud speaker: I can only lower the bus from the front, sir. If you’d like me to do that, you must get off in the front.
Old dude: You lying, n-word (he used the real word, which I personally don’t like to say and/or write on blogs).
Everyone on the bus looks up, including me. All jaws are dropped.
Bus driver remains calm: You can come up to the front and I can lower you from here.
Old dude: You lyin’, you n-word.
Woman: Sir, we don’t use that kind of language on this bus.
Old dude walks off.
I can’t go back to sleep.
old dude was white huh? you didn’t need to say
Ah, Seattle. I used to think it was my imagination, but I’m becoming more and more sure Seattle has the most crazy people of anywhere. On a lighter crazy note, I heard a guy sitting on the sidewalk say, "How about you and me go check out a Justine Bateman movie?" to no one in particular. Awesome.