The Bus Diaries
(This may or may not become a recurring post on the blog here....)
May 30th
Thin clouds spread out over the lake, reflecting onto the water's surface, turning it the same grey color - so that the waves look like a decaying, moving meringue.
So very different from yesterday's atmosphere - the bright and endless blue expanse of a perfect day. Yet, despite the roiling darkness, there is calm as I sit captive on the bus.
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June 1st
Wet, soggy, dreary morning - but I am glad for the rainfall.
I climb onto the bus and make the driver happy by turning in a survey he handed me the day before.
As I take my seat, I can hear tow of the other passengers discussing a third that has yet to board the bus. That passenger IS a bit eccentric and vampirish - old though - ancient looking. The other two are noting with much sarcasm and glee her every move. Apparently she is a bit compulsive and has a 'ritual' before she can take leave of her vehicle.
The one leading the charge of this barrage is obese, dumpy, and NEVER SHUTS UP! She so far has almost always had a demeaning tone in her dealings with others.
After a bit more of this cruel banter, I ask: "Does she know you all speak about her like this?" I am assured eagerly by Ms. Fat & Dumpy that yes the woman is aware that they tear her apart verbally. After a particularly biting remark I say "Wow" and then go on to suggest they all need lives.
One of the other passengers joins in about how proud "Vampira" is about having a Victoria's Secret Bag. The female Stay Puffed Marshmallow retorts: "I didn't know they carried an Adam's Family Version of that bag" While the remark is indeed funny on some level, I am seething - wanting an opportunity to jump in and remind this woman that they don't have any XXXL Lane Bryant-esqueVictoria's Secret lingerie either...I vow to do this first opportunity....which I am sure makes me no better than them...but for some weird reason I feel the need to defend this poor woman.
After a while (and the lady finally boarding the bus) the banter stops and there is relative quiet - I go about reading quietly, but my serene attitude has diminished.
May 30th
Thin clouds spread out over the lake, reflecting onto the water's surface, turning it the same grey color - so that the waves look like a decaying, moving meringue.
So very different from yesterday's atmosphere - the bright and endless blue expanse of a perfect day. Yet, despite the roiling darkness, there is calm as I sit captive on the bus.
************
June 1st
Wet, soggy, dreary morning - but I am glad for the rainfall.
I climb onto the bus and make the driver happy by turning in a survey he handed me the day before.
As I take my seat, I can hear tow of the other passengers discussing a third that has yet to board the bus. That passenger IS a bit eccentric and vampirish - old though - ancient looking. The other two are noting with much sarcasm and glee her every move. Apparently she is a bit compulsive and has a 'ritual' before she can take leave of her vehicle.
The one leading the charge of this barrage is obese, dumpy, and NEVER SHUTS UP! She so far has almost always had a demeaning tone in her dealings with others.
After a bit more of this cruel banter, I ask: "Does she know you all speak about her like this?" I am assured eagerly by Ms. Fat & Dumpy that yes the woman is aware that they tear her apart verbally. After a particularly biting remark I say "Wow" and then go on to suggest they all need lives.
One of the other passengers joins in about how proud "Vampira" is about having a Victoria's Secret Bag. The female Stay Puffed Marshmallow retorts: "I didn't know they carried an Adam's Family Version of that bag" While the remark is indeed funny on some level, I am seething - wanting an opportunity to jump in and remind this woman that they don't have any XXXL Lane Bryant-esqueVictoria's Secret lingerie either...I vow to do this first opportunity....which I am sure makes me no better than them...but for some weird reason I feel the need to defend this poor woman.
After a while (and the lady finally boarding the bus) the banter stops and there is relative quiet - I go about reading quietly, but my serene attitude has diminished.
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