Saturday late afternoon, boarding the line 15 bus at 34th and Belmont. I hear a woman ahead of me snarl at the bus driver, “Can you explain why you’re over an hour late?” The driver looks bewildered, says he is right on time. I follow this unpleasant woman down the aisle, giving the back of her [...]
There were a couple of loud-talkers on the bus ride home this evening. Just before Loud-talker One disembarked around 26th & Belmont, he mentioned to his interlocutor that he owned a house nearby. Loud-talker Two babbled loudly about what a great neighborhood that was (true). Number One replied (loudly), “Yeah, but gay as fuck.”
Overheard on the bus home from work yesterday evening:
“Yo, so it’s just Mexicans you hang out with?”
“mumble mumble mumble.”
“Well, if it’s so unfortunate, whyn’t you quit?”
Plus snippets of information about “when I was in prison” and various X3 gang signs duly noted in someone else’s house.