crazy bus stories
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lauralhSo I ride the bus every morning and every afternoon at the same time. Well, more often the same time in the afternoon, I'll grant you. Anyway, it strikes me as odd that I pretty much never ever see the same people on the bus from day to day, even at my own bus stop. Or maybe, just maybe, they're totally indistinctive from each other. I mean, once I saw a girl reading at my stop in the morning, and I saw her on the afternoon bus too, but that was it.
A couple days ago I saw a severely retarded girl on the bus. She resembled my sister, but like I said, worse. Downs' people make me feel itchy in my soul, because I love my sister but I'm honestly the type of person who thinks she should have been aborted. But, she's really very mildly retarded, and apparently loves to save up money to buy Friends DVDs. So you know, we have something in common. But this girl, on the bus, was very unlike my sister. In appearance anyway. First of all, she had her mouth open the whole time. In high school I realized this was the quickest way to be branded a retard. And of course she had those big round-slanted eyes and a fat round moonface. My sister has a cute cute B[mylastname] button nose, but this girl had like, my roommate's nose but twisted. I felt sick to my heart looking at her, as I always do.
Yesterday, though, I was in for a treat. Middle-aged Crazy Goth Man was sitting across from me. He had flames tattooed on both sides of his face, a silver dangly earring that looked like the biohazard symbol, and a dark black cowboy hat that looked western but not country. He wore a leather motorcycle jacket underneath a big black trench coat, or maybe it was a duster. And of course black pants going into big huge gothy black boots. A real Winnar, as it were. The creamy filling to this guy was what he held in his hands: a brown paper envelope with the label "SOCIAL SECURITY ADMINISTRATION."
A couple days ago I saw a severely retarded girl on the bus. She resembled my sister, but like I said, worse. Downs' people make me feel itchy in my soul, because I love my sister but I'm honestly the type of person who thinks she should have been aborted. But, she's really very mildly retarded, and apparently loves to save up money to buy Friends DVDs. So you know, we have something in common. But this girl, on the bus, was very unlike my sister. In appearance anyway. First of all, she had her mouth open the whole time. In high school I realized this was the quickest way to be branded a retard. And of course she had those big round-slanted eyes and a fat round moonface. My sister has a cute cute B[mylastname] button nose, but this girl had like, my roommate's nose but twisted. I felt sick to my heart looking at her, as I always do.
Yesterday, though, I was in for a treat. Middle-aged Crazy Goth Man was sitting across from me. He had flames tattooed on both sides of his face, a silver dangly earring that looked like the biohazard symbol, and a dark black cowboy hat that looked western but not country. He wore a leather motorcycle jacket underneath a big black trench coat, or maybe it was a duster. And of course black pants going into big huge gothy black boots. A real Winnar, as it were. The creamy filling to this guy was what he held in his hands: a brown paper envelope with the label "SOCIAL SECURITY ADMINISTRATION."
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Date: 2004-03-26 07:55 am (UTC)My sister is handicapped
Date: 2004-03-26 11:11 am (UTC)