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Adventures in Coralville Transit
Jan. 21st, 2005 09:21 am(Forgive me for repeating myself, repoman)
This morning, the bus was SRO. A guy gets on and snarks at the gal with Down's Syndrome because she's taking up three seats (1 for her and 2 for her stuff). He rolls his eyes and gets huffy until she finishes moving her things, then when he sits, she frowns.
Then the guy starts up with this "don't mess with me today" crap and talking to the guy on crutches (who's next to me with his obese wife) about how he put a guy in the hospital because the guy was drunk and woke up Mr. JawBreaker. He 'got 'im on the floor and beat him to a fuckin' pulp, man.' Nearly broke his jaw, somebody's getting jail time, blah blah blah.
Then Crutches tells his wife to sit back, since she's sitting forward in the chair. She loudly complains that she hasn't any room, at which Crutches glares at me. I only see this in my peripheral vision, because I'm not ABOUT to look these people in the eye. I imagine people like this become violent if you make eye contact. Now, I'm not as petite as I used to be, but my ass (coat and tote included) fits in the space of one bus seat, with a little room to spare. So shut the fuck up, Crutches.
I have never been so repulsed. If Mr. JawBreaker had continued harassing Ms. DownsSyndrome, I wondered if I'd have the balls to tell him to leave her alone. Then I wonder if I'd get a pounding for my trouble.
Ms. DS is a Special Olympic champion with three gold medals in ice skating, just so you know. I'm going to find out her name next time, and maybe give her a cassette tape for her walkman.
This morning, the bus was SRO. A guy gets on and snarks at the gal with Down's Syndrome because she's taking up three seats (1 for her and 2 for her stuff). He rolls his eyes and gets huffy until she finishes moving her things, then when he sits, she frowns.
Then the guy starts up with this "don't mess with me today" crap and talking to the guy on crutches (who's next to me with his obese wife) about how he put a guy in the hospital because the guy was drunk and woke up Mr. JawBreaker. He 'got 'im on the floor and beat him to a fuckin' pulp, man.' Nearly broke his jaw, somebody's getting jail time, blah blah blah.
Then Crutches tells his wife to sit back, since she's sitting forward in the chair. She loudly complains that she hasn't any room, at which Crutches glares at me. I only see this in my peripheral vision, because I'm not ABOUT to look these people in the eye. I imagine people like this become violent if you make eye contact. Now, I'm not as petite as I used to be, but my ass (coat and tote included) fits in the space of one bus seat, with a little room to spare. So shut the fuck up, Crutches.
I have never been so repulsed. If Mr. JawBreaker had continued harassing Ms. DownsSyndrome, I wondered if I'd have the balls to tell him to leave her alone. Then I wonder if I'd get a pounding for my trouble.
Ms. DS is a Special Olympic champion with three gold medals in ice skating, just so you know. I'm going to find out her name next time, and maybe give her a cassette tape for her walkman.
