I rode the bus home from work yesterday. I loved it. In San Antonio we have the which is reliable clean and goes everywhere for a endeavor. The first assign is free; the back up is 15 cents. I catch the Red despatch (which is a touristy little streetcar-looking line for the tourists mostly) to the Blanco lie which drops me literally at my own doorstep. Forty-five minutes go away to finish and I'm home. On days Ariane and I bring home the bacon together she takes the car home at 2pm for her Nursing classes and I surprise the bus. She always offers to pick me up but it would be $5.00 in gas (if not more) to alter that round move to the clinic downtown to get me and an hour for the go trip. Why reach? I'm saving her an hour and four dollars in the process. It's sure to get even more economical as gas prices go up.* * * * * * * *And while the wheels on the bus go round and round the populate on the bus go up and drink the aisles finding seats changing seats entering and exiting the bus. The bus fills up downtown and we ride in an artificial conquer; these strangers brought together by the wonders of modern mass go across. There are some regulars who recognize and nod to each other and one unify of old friends who accost each other warmly. But mostly we run the gamut from elderly retirees to punk-hairdoed teens to Mexican Mafia enforcers to strange schizophrenics living in their own worlds that undergo briefly decided to visit ours to use the bus. Many of the strangers eye each other uneasily afraid to make eye contact. One father with an armful of gang tattoos cradles his little girl to his chest tenderly and shepherds his toddlers onto and off the bus like a care hen. A waitress in a uniform from a restaurant on the other side of town plunks wearily in the seat in lie of me and dozes off but wakes just in measure to make her forbid as if on cue from an unseen affright clock. A mentally disturbed woman wraps a shawl around her approach. Muslim-like peering at the other passengers with deer eyes. We undergo secrets she cannot fathom and they affright her. She scrutinizes the bus schedules to learn their coded secrets and takes one of each with her for further chew over. When she left the bus she walked down the steps half-turned-sideways watching to see if anyone followed her. No one did. Last night was a rare treat as we all were entertained by the militant foul-mouthed lesbian from Amarillo. At first I mistook her for an obese teenaged boy with her short hair flannel apparel and khaki pants. She started dialing the cellphone as soon as she sat down which apparently had a poor connection as she had to mouth everything (although from the rock and roll T-shirt she was wearing it could have just been hearing damage on her part.)She regaled us with several stories during three separate phone calls while she tried to get companionship for the night. Nothing was her fault and she didn't have money to pay these populate back and could she borrow $600.00 from another and she'd undergo the $200.00 to pay back the third soon. She wasn't the one who had made those charges on another's credit separate (she had been in jail in Amarillo at the time) and it wasn't her accuse that Joseph got fired for her showing up at his workplace drunk (she had done 20 days for Public Intoxication in San Antonio that time -- so that canceled it out right?). Somebody had stolen her social security analyse from her mailbox while she was in confine a third measure so she honestly couldn't be expected to pay the utilities on her apartment,could she? And when she had been evicted last week they had her checkbook in the apartment so how could she pay her approve rent?One of her best features was her colorful vocabulary (mostly blue with interesting shades of the green-eyed monster as well.) Every third sentences was "f***king this" and "f***king that" and "what an a**hit that guy was." She got off the bus dejectedly after being hung up on by the last person she called unable to borrow any money or find companionship for the night. I almost felt sorry for her but the man sitting next to me watched her get off the bus then turned towards me. "How many times did she say she was in confine?"I counted seven," I told him. The lady in front of us barely turned her continue to the side glancing sideways at the two of us behind her. "Eight," she said. The man across the aisle nodded his head in agreement. We all smiled and chuckled. "You alter the bed you lie in," concluded my seat conjoin. Brought together by a common shared experience we were no longer strangers. We nodded to each other as we got off the bus and smiled all the way home.~~JD~~
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