I just sat next to a decapitated deer on the bus
So our bus route passes by a local taxidermist who teaches classes, at that point of the route I turn away. I am in no way shape or form comfortable with taxidermy, the beady glass eyes of the unfortunate creatures subjected to that craft give me an industrial case of willy's and more then a little species guilt.
So today on my way home this emo kid sits next to carrying a large white canvas bag that is barely concealing a decapitated deer head! So I'm completely mortified and suddenly very nervous and uncomfortable and when I'm nervous I talk ....alot.
so I ask in a voice about an octave above my normal speaking voice due to increasing panic. "Is that a head?"
the emo boy says "yes" and looks down and sort of blushes, ( he looked rather young)
so I say "Um why do you have a head?'
He explains he is going to a taxadermy class and that his cousin killed the dear.
At this point I can only imagine the disgust on my face and notice the young man is blushing even worse.
I'm stammering with embarressment at this point because I feel sort of mean and shreiky and judgemental. so I say
"I'm sorry, I'm sure your a lovely person, but I'm not entirely comfortable with decaptated animals on the bus. I't's a personal problem I have, it's not you."
may I note that at this point other passengers are cracking up laughing.
The emo guy is laughing too, and says this stop is his and lets me know that he takes classes every tuesday around this time should I wish to avoid further encounters.
So be warned the number 2 bus from university place to lakewood town center should be avoided by vegans, those like me who are over sensitive and anyone who has seen the movie bambi.
So today on my way home this emo kid sits next to carrying a large white canvas bag that is barely concealing a decapitated deer head! So I'm completely mortified and suddenly very nervous and uncomfortable and when I'm nervous I talk ....alot.
so I ask in a voice about an octave above my normal speaking voice due to increasing panic. "Is that a head?"
the emo boy says "yes" and looks down and sort of blushes, ( he looked rather young)
so I say "Um why do you have a head?'
He explains he is going to a taxadermy class and that his cousin killed the dear.
At this point I can only imagine the disgust on my face and notice the young man is blushing even worse.
I'm stammering with embarressment at this point because I feel sort of mean and shreiky and judgemental. so I say
"I'm sorry, I'm sure your a lovely person, but I'm not entirely comfortable with decaptated animals on the bus. I't's a personal problem I have, it's not you."
may I note that at this point other passengers are cracking up laughing.
The emo guy is laughing too, and says this stop is his and lets me know that he takes classes every tuesday around this time should I wish to avoid further encounters.
So be warned the number 2 bus from university place to lakewood town center should be avoided by vegans, those like me who are over sensitive and anyone who has seen the movie bambi.