The Greyhound Experience
So i get done with my alcohol awareness class to find out that my ride thought i had another ride and has thus replaced my seat in her car. I am a pretty laid back kinda guy so I kinda just let it go. Problem is it is 6 PM and no one with any space in their car is left.... so my only option is to take the bus... the rotten sleazehole of traveling.
luckily there is a bus stop in carrollton, not 5 miles from the house... in an fairly ok part of town... not a big deal. Bus comes and i get on it. ONE WHITE PERSON, and she was the worst one out of the bunch.... imagine carl from aqua teen hunger force with slightly bigger boobs and whole bunch of "bling" and instead of the tanktop, a jersy sporting her favorite new england patriot football player.
I meander my way to the back for the only seat completely empty, i sit down relieved that i will at least have solitude on my side, completely ignoring the fact that the bathroom is right behind me. So that resulted in at least 5-7 foot stomps and a not so completely pleasant aroma. But by far the worst possible thing on the trip is the following dialogue. (the girl is in the seat directly across the aisle, then man in front of her)
Large black scary looking man: (talking to the girl beihnd him, whom i can only assume he has previously known): hey can i see one of your magazines
sleazy latino girl: sure here you go (hands him a vogue or entertainment weekly or somtin, at this point my eyes are still closed and i am trying to go to sleep)
Large black scary looking man: thanks (turns back around to front, rustling is heard)
(time passes, about 3-4 minutes)
sleazy latino girl: (frantic spanish) what the hell are you doing mike, if you want to rub one off wait 15 minutes for the rest stop
(so as a reflex i look over there to see the man... jeans around ankles... wanking off... luckily it is dark and difficult to see anything... yet it was blatently obviously what was basically going on)
at this point i resolved to look out the window for the permenant remainder of the trip.
anyways.... i still have an essay to finish for speech so im gonna get right on that.
luckily there is a bus stop in carrollton, not 5 miles from the house... in an fairly ok part of town... not a big deal. Bus comes and i get on it. ONE WHITE PERSON, and she was the worst one out of the bunch.... imagine carl from aqua teen hunger force with slightly bigger boobs and whole bunch of "bling" and instead of the tanktop, a jersy sporting her favorite new england patriot football player.
I meander my way to the back for the only seat completely empty, i sit down relieved that i will at least have solitude on my side, completely ignoring the fact that the bathroom is right behind me. So that resulted in at least 5-7 foot stomps and a not so completely pleasant aroma. But by far the worst possible thing on the trip is the following dialogue. (the girl is in the seat directly across the aisle, then man in front of her)
Large black scary looking man: (talking to the girl beihnd him, whom i can only assume he has previously known): hey can i see one of your magazines
sleazy latino girl: sure here you go (hands him a vogue or entertainment weekly or somtin, at this point my eyes are still closed and i am trying to go to sleep)
Large black scary looking man: thanks (turns back around to front, rustling is heard)
(time passes, about 3-4 minutes)
sleazy latino girl: (frantic spanish) what the hell are you doing mike, if you want to rub one off wait 15 minutes for the rest stop
(so as a reflex i look over there to see the man... jeans around ankles... wanking off... luckily it is dark and difficult to see anything... yet it was blatently obviously what was basically going on)
at this point i resolved to look out the window for the permenant remainder of the trip.
anyways.... i still have an essay to finish for speech so im gonna get right on that.