The Bad and the Ugly

My always interesting ride on the public transit is to thank for today's post.

We have all been the entertained and sometimes alarmed third party in an awkward phone conversation. We usually decide how to respond depending on the pieces of the conversation that we can understand and decipher while sitting near by or in passing. We might even want to hear the conversation. But for every handful of truely entertaining conversations we come across, there is always that one that we could have gone to the grave without. My personal pick: The Unprotected Phone Sex Conversation.


Last night was my most recent experience as the above "alarmed third party". Long story short some loud ( I wasn't the only one turning around) average looking guy in the back of the bus continues on with a conversation involving someone named TiTi, a possible nickname for them ( which he said he couldn't comment on while on the bus) and some act that he also couldn't do because he was on the bus "in the middle of the road" and there wasn't "enough room" for that.

W...T...F

I think each person "caught" participating in the act that I was unfortunate enough to be apart of last night should be brought up on criminal charges, maybe something like indecent exposure, hell anything to save my ears next time.

Rainy Day Ramblings

Contrary to popular belief, the library on campus stays packed, on any given evening and on Sundays! After huffing and puffing up the stairs and weaving by slow-pokes in the way, I make it to an available computer. Even better, its working today!

I'm one paragraph into a seven page paper. I have one window open, 6 tabs, three of which are Youtube pages. I'm thinking about everything but my paper, looking at some of the books, and then it hits me: what a COMPLETE waste of time it was learning how to use the card catalog back in elementary!

Random I know, but seriously, when was the last time you had to pull out a drawer about two inches deep filled with beige cards, and search through them to find a book you wanted? Right. The only time you have to even touch paper in the library is when you've found the book you were looking for!

Point of the story: I want that hour we spent in the fifth grade learning how to use the card catalog, that was all but obsolete years later, back. Time for recess.

Salute

If you've ever experienced your city's public transit system, you've no doubt come across the bus driver worthy of his own "Real men of Genius" commercial. His name, Mr. Speedracer Bus Driver.

Sliding in your seat ( because who needs a seat belt on a 15 ton vehicle when it reaches over 50 mph, eh?) and feeling the driver accelerate while turning the corner then punching the break can only be entertaining in retrospect. Why? Because Mr. Speedracer Bus Driver is black.

The comedy of it all: the man is clearly taking extreme steps to dispel the myths of colored people time everywhere he goes. My life almost being lost in the process seems insignificant to the greater mission.

I salute you, Mr. Speedracer Bus Driver.