Riding on buses with wierd people

[matrixrefugee]

Mind you, I like taking the bus to Lowell and elswhere, but there are times when the people I'm obliged to share transportation with can really make me wish my nerves would let me drive. Since there's a mental health facility/rehab clinic in town, I often wind up riding with some pretty odd folks, like the mentally challenged guy who'd sing Creedence Clearwater Revival songs very, very softly. Others are not so pleasant, like the woman who'd bug people to hook her up with a dealer (I think she ended up getting busted for it). Then there's the ones that fall somewhere in between.

I was riding the bus the other day, when a woman got on, carrying with her a large cardboard coffee cup. At one point, she set it down on the seat next to her. Unfortunately, at that moment, the bus had to stop rather quickly at a traffic signal. The cup went flying, and the water in it splattered all over the seat, all over the aisle, and onto my feet. Or at least, I thought it was water. I suddenly realised that my feet now smelled of grain alcohol, possibly vodka. Thank God I was wearing sandals, or it could have been a much more unpleasant scenario. The woman apologized effusively, and the bus-driver asked what it was. The woman replied a little too quickly, "Oh, just water."

Said I to the bus-driver after the woman got off: "That was the highest-alcohol-contet water I ever smelled." Said he, "I believe you."

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[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

I gotta admit: for all the wierd things I've had to put up with, I wouldn't give up public transportation for having my own car/being able to drive. It can be so amusing sometimes, I catch myself wondering how people who drive can stand driving alone.