Post by Roanoke on Jan 9, 2004 18:21:28 GMT -5
Hello everybody,
Just thought I'd share yet another amusing Dart Bus tidbit. It seems like everyday something new and exciting happens. This also serves to show everybody that I am an "equal opportunity bigot", to use a Jaceism.
This particular instance happened on Wednesday, January 7, while I was on my way to work. I had been riding the bus for less than two minutes when we stopped to pick up this old WHITE lady, who was very adamantly muttering to herself. She had this rather disturbing grandmotherly smile with a twinge of psychosis emanating from her eyes. She wore typical grandmother attire: a blue sweater, a white blouse, beige dress slacks and some black well-worn dress shoes.
She never stopped muttering while she paid for her fair (1/2 price with photo I.D. for our half dead lunatic friends). When the bus driver gave her her ticket, she glared at him for no particular reason, snatched her ticket from his hand and angrily stomped off to the fogy seats at the front of the bus. (She seemed pretty winded after her 3-4 foot journey). But she didn't sit down. Instead she was fumbling with her purse. She kept insisting (to herself, or her evil twin sister, Psychosis) that she put her ticket and I.D. away before she was "allowed" to sit down.
Well, the bus was, by this time, barrelling down a semi-steep decline towards a stop light. The driver was trying to make it through the light before it changed. The lady was still standing up in the bus, apparently totally oblivious to her impending doom, all the while still muttering to herself. The light changed from yellow to red just as the car ahead of us passed into the intersection and obviously the bus driver had no choice but to stop...real fast. The crazy white lady suddenly fell over in a tumultuous clump, towards the front of the bus. On her way down, she hit her head quite thoroughly on the hand rail and was knocked out cold. I was not the only one to laugh quite heartily at that transpiration. I guess it's good to know that I'm not the only one here in Texas who has a sick and twisted sense of humor.
Sincerely (funny and/or sad),
Jeremy
Just thought I'd share yet another amusing Dart Bus tidbit. It seems like everyday something new and exciting happens. This also serves to show everybody that I am an "equal opportunity bigot", to use a Jaceism.
This particular instance happened on Wednesday, January 7, while I was on my way to work. I had been riding the bus for less than two minutes when we stopped to pick up this old WHITE lady, who was very adamantly muttering to herself. She had this rather disturbing grandmotherly smile with a twinge of psychosis emanating from her eyes. She wore typical grandmother attire: a blue sweater, a white blouse, beige dress slacks and some black well-worn dress shoes.
She never stopped muttering while she paid for her fair (1/2 price with photo I.D. for our half dead lunatic friends). When the bus driver gave her her ticket, she glared at him for no particular reason, snatched her ticket from his hand and angrily stomped off to the fogy seats at the front of the bus. (She seemed pretty winded after her 3-4 foot journey). But she didn't sit down. Instead she was fumbling with her purse. She kept insisting (to herself, or her evil twin sister, Psychosis) that she put her ticket and I.D. away before she was "allowed" to sit down.
Well, the bus was, by this time, barrelling down a semi-steep decline towards a stop light. The driver was trying to make it through the light before it changed. The lady was still standing up in the bus, apparently totally oblivious to her impending doom, all the while still muttering to herself. The light changed from yellow to red just as the car ahead of us passed into the intersection and obviously the bus driver had no choice but to stop...real fast. The crazy white lady suddenly fell over in a tumultuous clump, towards the front of the bus. On her way down, she hit her head quite thoroughly on the hand rail and was knocked out cold. I was not the only one to laugh quite heartily at that transpiration. I guess it's good to know that I'm not the only one here in Texas who has a sick and twisted sense of humor.
Sincerely (funny and/or sad),
Jeremy