RantWoman has been neglecting to supply bus vignettes for the blogosphere. Consider a conversational exchange with another denizen of the bus:
White guy from out of town gets on the bus and realizes he is going to need to change a twenty in order to pay his fare. Tip to bus novices everywhere: NO ONE on a bus is guaranteed to be carrying change for a twenty. If they had that much money to their name, a lot of them would be getting around some other way. (RantWoman thinks ATM's should offer a special bus fare and laundry option: get your first $20 as a $10 roll of quarters, a five and five ones.)
Guy eating ice cream from the container with a fork at 9:00 am on the bus headed downtown. On this particularly roling anthrolopology project, merely eating ice cream out of the carton with a fork is a LONG way from the wildest occurrence of the day.
Another morning: Guy carrying clear plastic cup full of mysterious bright pink liquid that reeks of alcohol. Guy sloshing fellow passengers with pink liquid from open container as he boards the bus.
One morning during communuting hours on a bus headed downtown, a guy was going off in Spanish with all kinds of vituperative opinions about women in general and one woman in particular. A bunch of recently-bathed gringos who were rolling their eyes vigorously all heaved a sigh of relief when Mr. Vituperative got off the bus.
RantWoman's converssation partner awarded extra vocabulary points for "vituperative."
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