The past six months have been difficult and put a lot of strain on my brain... I've been hanging over a financial precipice brought on by cars and policies... the car that died and was resurrected on the third day, died again and became un-resurrectable; it has become a $6000 lawn ornament... the fun job I so liked to wake up to has steadily declined to a point where their policy has basically become more of a way to give myself a headache than to make a living... but fuck it, I have to say I'm just as happy as I have ever been and maybe even in a happier state of mind... I have no idea why I'd be happier, but such is life... why argue with a good thing :) as I rode on the detestable transit bus today, I was smiling like a little school girl in may, when the blossoms fall and decorate one's hair... to the point, I was listening to some music, up way earlier than I'd ever wish to be on a rainy day in May (though it's June) and I just found life to be delightful... on top of this fantastic mood, I had quality entertainment on the arduous ride to Burnside and back (nearly 3 hours total travel time to go do a 1 hour training session... blargh!) comedy commence:
First, I sat down on one bus, looked ahead an noticed I was sitting three seats away from Cro-magnon man. Not a word of lie, the man could have posed for a picture in an archaeological magazine. I first saw him in profile only and the thought ran through my mind, but then he turned my way and I damn near shouted out loud...
This is a very good rendition of the dude on the bus. Minus the loincloth and muscles (and I guess minus the aliens too, but I wouldn't count it out for him... creeeeeepy). He was fully dressed (thank the gods) and was not muscular at all. The funniest thing was the hair style he had... it was cropped short straight across the front and had a blunt edge across the back, which accentuated his forehead... His stylist (if it's not a bowl and clippers) might have been Ray Charles if he was still living and had taken up styling.
On the same bus, as we got near a terminal, this young guy with a huge fro was sitting in back and as he left, he swung himself straight up into the air using the bars on the roof and dropped right in front of me. He looked me in the eye and growled like a stoned bear. "Rooowwwrr..." Then he got off the bus. I was amused... very, very amused.
On the next bus, I was sitting at the back and on the sideways seats (curse them) ahead of me, someone had left the little plastic case that you find newly bought camera film in. Those things aren't exactly soft. This guy came strolling to the back of the bus and sat right down on it. He was there for 20 minutes until he got off the bus and unless he didn't want to let on, he never realized it. I know if I sat on something like that, my ass would feel it... the poor thing was pretty much flat after that, all I could do was chuckle to myself.
A few moments after he got off, we stopped in front of a school. As we sat waiting, a kid came from behind the bus and punched the window right beside me. It made a really loud bang and most of the people on the bus (including the driver) stared at me like I was bonkers. I just grinned and stared out the window.
What an interesting day. I got home and watched Beauty Shop with my housemate for fun. The best part of the day was that the rain that threatened with drizzle and howling wind ... all ... morning ... long ... decided not to fall until I was less than a block away from my house. So I didn't spend the morning soaking wet! Yay! And you know, sometimes when it rains, you just have to go play in the puddles. (Aren't I cute in my yellow slicker and galoshes?!?)
Life is good. :)
