Bus Weirdos
As much as I am glad that I have access to public transit, I have begun dreading riding the bus in the morning.
When I first started taking the bus so many months ago, I was left alone. I think it was because of my security uniform, but it doesn't really matter. When I get on the bus in the morning, I'm not much for idle chit-chat. So the fact that I always had the double seat to myself was great.
Then a few months ago, a new building was being built on a lot next to my work. Eventually, it was completed and a few new faces appeared on the morning bus ride. Still, I was left alone. Yay.
Then, one of the new faces decided to sit with me, since we were work neighbours, I'm sure. Fortunatley, he didn't really talk, so I was fine.
Then a new guy appeared, a semi-retired gentleman, and he is a talker. And a mumbler. And talks about stuff I don't care about. Usually, the first guy sits with me so Talker doesn't.
This morning, Talker sat next to me and jabbered constantly. However, I'm just too polite to tell him to leave me the hell alone. No, I just sit there and occasionally talk back. I hope this isn't the begining of an unwanted bus relationship.
The moral of the story: If you're going to talk to me on the bus, don't. I just don't care enough at that time in the morning.
When I first started taking the bus so many months ago, I was left alone. I think it was because of my security uniform, but it doesn't really matter. When I get on the bus in the morning, I'm not much for idle chit-chat. So the fact that I always had the double seat to myself was great.
Then a few months ago, a new building was being built on a lot next to my work. Eventually, it was completed and a few new faces appeared on the morning bus ride. Still, I was left alone. Yay.
Then, one of the new faces decided to sit with me, since we were work neighbours, I'm sure. Fortunatley, he didn't really talk, so I was fine.
Then a new guy appeared, a semi-retired gentleman, and he is a talker. And a mumbler. And talks about stuff I don't care about. Usually, the first guy sits with me so Talker doesn't.
This morning, Talker sat next to me and jabbered constantly. However, I'm just too polite to tell him to leave me the hell alone. No, I just sit there and occasionally talk back. I hope this isn't the begining of an unwanted bus relationship.
The moral of the story: If you're going to talk to me on the bus, don't. I just don't care enough at that time in the morning.
posted by Deathstroke at 8:07 a.m.
4 Comments:
dude, you are getting comment spammed - that bites.
I too suffer the untold misery of bus talkers. Fortunately, because it is a relatively long ride and a big bus, I try to sleep. In fact, I try to get to sleep before they pick up people at the university. With my head lolling and my backpack occupying the seat beside me, I am usually not bothered.
I try to sleep as well, but today, it just wasn't happening. Oh well, Monday I'll get real drunk. That should help.
Also, I don't consider them spam, but funny snippets of life....ah, it's spam.
Like I care about the "former capital of French Indochina" or "how to repair a road bicycle".
I'll leave it for a few day, be entertained slightly then I will delet it forever.
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Wow, comment-spam. That does totally suck.
Anyway, I went through and read several entries of your blog, you are a really good writer you know. Believe Zelia.
Thanks for checking in with me, when you left that comment on my blog. Sorry it's been so long since I've said 'hi.' Things were hard for a while, but everything's looking up. I'm out of the woods as far as depression goes, and happy. I'll give you more details sometime if you want.
I was touched by your concern though. Thanks.
Talk soon hopefully!
~CM
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