Journalism has been far too crazy for me to update this blog as often as I'd like to. I fill my BlackBerry's MemoPad with descriptions of people on the buses, but I don't seem to have the time to type it up here. Well, I might, but a girl needs a little sit-on-the-couch-staring-into-space-wishing-journalism-would-just-give-her-a-break-already time.
I keep thinking I should save some of the interesting characters for when there's a lull in crazy bus people, but I don't see that day coming anytime soon.
A few days ago, I was sitting on the bus home. I'm sneaky and I walk a bit farther to go to one of the earlier, less busy stops. Because of this, I almost always get the seat I want. Gives me a sense of victory at the end of a long, boring day at school.
I got the perfect seat - the one right beside the window, across from the back door - and I was getting ready to pull out my iPod and phone and get settled for the ride.
The bus pulled up to the busy stop and a wave of people rushed in.
One of the first guys on the bus has his pick of seats, but, of course, he decided to sit right next to me. Why do people do this? If I had a choice, I'd sit by myself.
He had a ponytail and the same getup as unicorn tattoo man - black jeans, black top, black cap.
He turned to me and said "Are you going far?"
I let him know I was going to the end of the bus route and he informed me that he was going to be sleeping.
Why not sit near a window then? I don't understand people.
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