Post by Roanoke on Jan 7, 2004 21:25:57 GMT -5
Anytime I get to feeling melancholy or just really mad, I simply think about how funny black people look when they are desperately running after a bus (screaming all high-pitched), trying to get the driver to stop for their lazy asses. Yep. It doesn't matter how lousy a day I've had. If I think about how ridiculous they look, it puts a smile on my face. Every single time. It's a stark contrast, really. Most black dudes I see at bus stations seem like they'd do pretty good in a fight. But if they be missin' they bus, dat's another story. Suddenly they look like a cow running awkwardly from a cattle prod. Sad thing is some of them are as big as cows.
Here's a funny little story for you. Or sad. You can decide. I saw a black lady in a wheelchair at the bus station today. She had one of those distinctively African-American scowls on her face: pursed lips, tensing jaw muscles, and dark brown eyes with the same intensity as two red-hot coals. Oh, and it's a forgone conclusion that she was cursing a lot.
She was mad because (you guessed it) she had missed her bus. I kinda felt sorry for her (well, not really!) because she was trying to catch the bus that went downtown (imagine that) which is the 31. Well, the 31 and the 361 (the one I ride) actually flip flop with one another, schedule-wise. Once the 361 completes a run it changes into the 31 and vice versa. She didn't know this and because the driver hadn't bothered to change the sign on the back of the bus, she was rendered even more confused and angered by the whole situation. So, comically, the 31 pulled away without her (HA HA HA she thought it was the 361 and didn't get on in time!!!).
Well, the bus driver who drives the 31 (which turns into the 361) showed up just after the 31 (priorly 361) left. She attempted to board this bus (thinking it was the 31 because this bus driver, also, had been too lazy to change his signs to reflect the proper route number, thereby misleading her even further). But when she found out that it wasn't the right bus she began shouting and flailing her arms violently.
When she entered the station (by way of a button activated sliding glass door), she made a complaint with the station attendant. Of course, nothing he could say or do would appease her. So she left the station in an angry tizzy, forgetting to push the button on her way out. Consequently, she hit the sliding glass doors, which swung open (as they are designed to do in cases of emergencies and idiots) but because of the way that she hit the door, she got her foor caught up on the door and badly hurt herself and needed to be ambulanced away. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
So there,
Jeremy
Here's a funny little story for you. Or sad. You can decide. I saw a black lady in a wheelchair at the bus station today. She had one of those distinctively African-American scowls on her face: pursed lips, tensing jaw muscles, and dark brown eyes with the same intensity as two red-hot coals. Oh, and it's a forgone conclusion that she was cursing a lot.
She was mad because (you guessed it) she had missed her bus. I kinda felt sorry for her (well, not really!) because she was trying to catch the bus that went downtown (imagine that) which is the 31. Well, the 31 and the 361 (the one I ride) actually flip flop with one another, schedule-wise. Once the 361 completes a run it changes into the 31 and vice versa. She didn't know this and because the driver hadn't bothered to change the sign on the back of the bus, she was rendered even more confused and angered by the whole situation. So, comically, the 31 pulled away without her (HA HA HA she thought it was the 361 and didn't get on in time!!!).
Well, the bus driver who drives the 31 (which turns into the 361) showed up just after the 31 (priorly 361) left. She attempted to board this bus (thinking it was the 31 because this bus driver, also, had been too lazy to change his signs to reflect the proper route number, thereby misleading her even further). But when she found out that it wasn't the right bus she began shouting and flailing her arms violently.
When she entered the station (by way of a button activated sliding glass door), she made a complaint with the station attendant. Of course, nothing he could say or do would appease her. So she left the station in an angry tizzy, forgetting to push the button on her way out. Consequently, she hit the sliding glass doors, which swung open (as they are designed to do in cases of emergencies and idiots) but because of the way that she hit the door, she got her foor caught up on the door and badly hurt herself and needed to be ambulanced away. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
So there,
Jeremy