Bus Report #975
A girl on the 38 last night had a tote bag that read: Books Is Power
I puzzled over that for a while.
Also, when two drunk/fucked up people both get on the 38 at 9:30 at night and sit next to each other, what do you get? You get a bizarre verbal altercation that luckily did not escalate, much.
The woman I'd seen before. She wore dirty bedroom slippers and was twitchy enough to make a couple of the guys in the back of the bus shrink away from her and hold their bags close to their chests. She mumbled and slid around on the back bench, and watched everyone.
The man was a little guy, my height or shorter, with a big backpack. He slouched onto the bus and sat beside the woman, who immediately accused him of trying to touch her.
He mumbled something in Spanish and she said something back, in English, and for a moment I thought they were making some sort of deal.
A moment later, she stood up and sat near me, talking to herself, or to us, about how she was sober and she didn't need the aggravation (of what, I had no idea).
A girl sitting across from me, her school sweatshirt telling me her name was Norin L., looked up and grinned at me. I grinned back.
The woman lurched across the aisle and took an empty seat by the stairs.
The man was talking to himself now, too, in Spanish, bitching her out for an unknown slight.
And then, she turned to him and cursed at him in Spanish, and he jumped up and lunged at her. Shouting all the while, who did she think she was, she was a whore, he was going to kill her, etc.
She stood up and called him some more names. The bus stopped and she got out. He almost followed her but decided against it. Instead, he took her seat and kept talking to himself.
A man across the aisle had been watching the whole thing.
The agitated man called over to him, "You speak Spanish?"
The other man, let's call him the voice of reason, said yes.
"He was totally offending and disrespecting me," said the agitated man. No matter that he had actually been a she.
The other man told him to cut it out, and to calm down. "There was no call for that. You can't do that on the bus."
"He was offending me, he offended me, fuck off," said the agitated man.
The two of them almost came to blows - the voice of reason stood up and came right up to the agitated man, cocked his finger at him like a gun and told him he needed to cut it out or he'd get it.
Then the voice of reason acted reasonably and got out of the bus before anything happened.
The agitated man got out at Webster a few minutes later.
I puzzled over that for a while.
Also, when two drunk/fucked up people both get on the 38 at 9:30 at night and sit next to each other, what do you get? You get a bizarre verbal altercation that luckily did not escalate, much.
The woman I'd seen before. She wore dirty bedroom slippers and was twitchy enough to make a couple of the guys in the back of the bus shrink away from her and hold their bags close to their chests. She mumbled and slid around on the back bench, and watched everyone.
The man was a little guy, my height or shorter, with a big backpack. He slouched onto the bus and sat beside the woman, who immediately accused him of trying to touch her.
He mumbled something in Spanish and she said something back, in English, and for a moment I thought they were making some sort of deal.
A moment later, she stood up and sat near me, talking to herself, or to us, about how she was sober and she didn't need the aggravation (of what, I had no idea).
A girl sitting across from me, her school sweatshirt telling me her name was Norin L., looked up and grinned at me. I grinned back.
The woman lurched across the aisle and took an empty seat by the stairs.
The man was talking to himself now, too, in Spanish, bitching her out for an unknown slight.
And then, she turned to him and cursed at him in Spanish, and he jumped up and lunged at her. Shouting all the while, who did she think she was, she was a whore, he was going to kill her, etc.
She stood up and called him some more names. The bus stopped and she got out. He almost followed her but decided against it. Instead, he took her seat and kept talking to himself.
A man across the aisle had been watching the whole thing.
The agitated man called over to him, "You speak Spanish?"
The other man, let's call him the voice of reason, said yes.
"He was totally offending and disrespecting me," said the agitated man. No matter that he had actually been a she.
The other man told him to cut it out, and to calm down. "There was no call for that. You can't do that on the bus."
"He was offending me, he offended me, fuck off," said the agitated man.
The two of them almost came to blows - the voice of reason stood up and came right up to the agitated man, cocked his finger at him like a gun and told him he needed to cut it out or he'd get it.
Then the voice of reason acted reasonably and got out of the bus before anything happened.
The agitated man got out at Webster a few minutes later.
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