I get on the bus. I pretty much always manage to seat myself in one of the far back corners of the bus, the side without sun if preferable. On a day when I'm feeling wise, I'll plan ahead and bring a book or perhaps my Ipod to make the time go by just a tad faster. It's 40 minutes of my life might as well read a book or have a jam session in my head right?
But of course there are those times when I'm in a rush, because I've slept in and lazed about the house until my mother takes me down to the bus stop, and I've forgotten any source of entertainment.
I'm guilty of people watching...I do it all the time. Although I have to say, some of the people that ride the bus are choice material for just such a spectator sport. (It should be a sport.) Anyways!
On a bright Southern California day, I was on a bus out in Oceanside. I'm seated dead center at the back of the bus, seeing as my usual seats are taken, one(to my left), an old man sneakily eating a piece of Church's chicken and I mean he's really being sneaky! He's looking with shifty eyes all about the bus, looks toward the window hunches over the box, pulls out a chicken leg, takes two nibble-y bites shoves his whole hand into the box. And repeats this, until his meal is consumed, then eases his box and bag out the window(which don't open all the way mind you).
It gets better.
On my right, is a pretty ticked off looking gangster/Vato with spaghetti noodle arms, socks up to his knees and his "traditional" Dickie shorts riding low. His phones blowing up every five seconds or so with text messages, and then he gets a call epic gangster rap ring tone is going on, proving how much of a badass he really is. "eh-low" he says. I can hear his other half chewing him out in broken English and Spanish. Something along the lines of he slept with this person's "hermana"(sister) and now he's going to get shanked if he ever shows up at "Czars' casa'(the dude's house) of course I have no idea if that's the true story.
Sadly 'Pablo' or so I shall call the unknown person, soon got off the bus and I took his seat.
Oh but there's more.
If you've ever been to Oceanside there is a particular individual that's incredibly hard to miss should you see them on the streets.
He is an elderly gentleman, can often be spotted at the thrift stores on the main strip, here's the kicker. He likes to dress in animal print, mainly leopard, such prints can be found on his lovely skin tight leggings, or maybe his jazzersize leotard? Better yet his pimp can and matching shades? However, his coral lipstick made his pink sequin hat clash a bit.
I honestly can't say I know what this guy was thinking when he woke up that morning. And rumor has it that he's homeless. I have no clue. All I can say is every time he and I are on the same bus, he makes some effort to sit near me, as in he will get up and move a seat closer if he can....internal thoughts register somewhere near the "OMG PLEASE DON'T KILL ME" area and the "IF YOU TOUCH ME, YOU WILL DIE" zone.
On the bus, its always and interesting ride.
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