Riding the Bus

Today was my day off from work. After spending many extra hours sleeping, I took the bus downtown to buy some CD's (BoDeans, Joan Armatrading, Modest Mouse, and The Soundtrack of Our Lives for those keeping score at home).

Riding the bus is such a great place for thinking about humanity. I get on the bus in a very residential area, it passes through a small commercial area filled with fast food and bars, through student housing area, and through the OSU campus. Each stop has its own group of characters.

I waited for the bus with a borderline schizophrenic. He was listening to a radio and having a very animated conversation with himself. He wasn't talking loud enough for me to get a good idea about what he was arguing with himself about, but his hands were moving wildly.

Next we picked up three girls from a tanning salon. They proceeded to talk loudly about their tans and their skin. They were sitting in the front seat, and I was sitting close to the back, and yet I could hear their words perfectly. Why do people who talk about the least interesting things always talk about them the loudest?

Well that was just a little tiny bit of my bus ride today......