Sunday, October 17, 2010

The Bus

I wish I could say that everyone on the bus looks and normal and happy as this picture. But on my bus, it's the complete opposite. Ahhh yes, on my bus everyone gets on greeting the driver by name as if they've never had their own car before. You have the back section of bums who ride the bus just to stay warm (laying down on the seats until someone gets on and yells at them to sit up). The students who get barked on everyday for not having their Student ID showing (for their 50 cent discount.) And don' forget about the choice few who sit right next to the driver talking all types of shit about the inexperienced riders who never know how much the fare is, or where they have to get off!

Every morning it's the same thing with the same people. I never realized how the bus commuters form a posse. Yes, I said posse. I say this because ever since I started to get to know the people on the bus, I have never again missed it. These people actually hold the bus for me if I'm not there, proceeding to tell the bus driver that the train must be late. And he listens, which would NEVER happen anywhere but Suffolk County. I still don't understand how people could be so chipper sitting on the bus. We're on the bus, what is there to be happy about?

Yes, it saves money on gas but some of these people are there by choice. Not I! As I sit with my "bus boo" every morning, we laugh until we cry at some of the shit that happens on there. Although, the bulk of the funnies never happens until he gets off. Then all of a sudden the freaks swarm in! It's like a routine. We get on the bus together, four stops later, my bus stalker gets on and tries not to look at me until I'm "unchaperoned". Two stops after my "boo" gets off, this one guys gets on, and religiously screams my name across the bus just to make sure I hear him say "Good Morning." Most annoying.

This grown ass man (who is Haitian, mind you) proceeds to speak to me in Spanish everyday, knowing that I do not speak fluently. He doesn't seem to care though. The other day this same man shook my hand (as he does every single person on the bus) a stop before he knew I was getting off. This grown ass man proceeded to rub his finger in the palm of my hand making a gesture that I did NOT appreciate. Once again, off the handle I went! As if it doesn't freak me out enough that people know when I'm getting off and if I can't reach the wire or forget to, they do it for me, then smile, this man goes and does some dumb shit on top of it. Freaks me out!

Did I mention that my route goes through the psych center? So you already know the type of people I ride with on there! Not cute! Some of the people are very friendly and respectful. But most, are just weird people. It does make me laugh though when guys try to get at me on the bus. Homie, we're both on the bus ... what could you possibly do for me if you're on here with me? Stupid ass! Everyone on there knows I have a boyfriend, I say it as much and as loud as I can when asked just so no one tries to talk to me like that. Of course it doesn't work considering that half these guys just don't care and the other half don't speak English.

Thank goodness that the ride home is calm and peaceful. Just me and a few regulars and their children. Ahh, yes. These beautiful children that ride home with me actually make my day sometimes. I was doing my crossword on the way home one day when I was interrupted by a little boy who decided he was just gonna jump on my lap. While his mother was paying the fare, I asked him what his name was (not much else I could do considering he was already sitting on my lap!) This cute little boy proceeded to tell me his name was "Big Meech, Larry Hoooda!" I honestly have never left so hard in my life! For someone who couldn't quite yet pronounce the real words, he knew the song pretty damn well for a five year old!

The next time you find yourself with no choice but the bus ... take my advice, and bring an iPod! If you don't have one like me ... BORROW ONE!!!!!!

As always ~~~> Jo Jo Said It!

By Jo Anne-Patricia @MzFilterless
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