The Uncanny Events That Unfolded Before My Very Eyes
So, I was venturing out to WCC yesterday via 20 autobus and I saw 2 most peculiar sights. I'll preface my tale by mentioning that I was on my way to register for classes for next semester, but found out that I can't do that now for some reason since the due date had passed the previous day, but I can register next week but would pay the like $5 late registry fee or something. Why this fee couldn't been enacted on Friday, I do not know. Anycripes, I was venturing up Central Ave. when I saw a group of people at an upcoming bus stop. It was an unusually large group for this, a very in-between stop for the bus. I wondered why this larger gathering had occured. Maybe the previous 20 had passed them. Maybe the bus I was on was very late, allowing further accumulation of bus patrons. I wasn't sure. As we approached the stop, I saw that most, if not all of them... were smiling. Big, toothy grins; ones that a person commonly does not associate with waiting for a bus. Closer still and I saw that some where dancing. Dancing... at a Beeline Bus stop. Stranger things have occured, yes? I'm not so sure, but I'd soon have an explaination to put it all into prespective. As the 20 slowed itself like a mother beast haulting for its young to feed, I saw that the group was conversing amongst themselves and that they were huddled more closely together than most who await a bus. Usually while awaiting the bus, I stand off as far as possible from everyone else, but maybe that's just me. So, I figured out why these folk were more inclined to smile, laugh, and play at a bus stop, that being because they know eachother. I mean, when at a stop with friends, I'm much more likely to smile or dance or anyother thing that I normally wouldn't. Only the cohesiveness of these patrons was not the cause for their inexplicable joy. I saw them get on, no longer caring about their peculiarness and focusing on the floor and my music: a Dark Tranquillity CD which in the end was a poor choice based on its length (about 50 minutes) and the length of time which I had to travel that day (probably an hour & a half the way up, an hour the way back). But, as one often does, my attention turned back towards the front as these smiling, dancing individuals gained entry to the bus. I instantly had all the answers I had previously sought:
they were a Squadron of Mentally Challenged.
Yes, as I saw the biggest smiles I'll ever see... the saddest smiles I'll ever see, I realized that this wasn't some magical, wonderful bus stop, these were mentally handicapped people; the only people who would ever be so excited about a bus ride. I saw as one by one, they passed me with silly grins, odd expressions, and noises. Oh, there were noises. I again thanked technology with the availability of music that can go directly into my ear, thus drowning out all outside sounds, but I did hear one thing between songs, that being the caretaker for this gaggle of retards (and I mean no offense in my wording; it's just the best description I can possibley attain for this collection of people I saw before me) inquiring one of the single digit IQers (ok, that was a tad harsh on my part) as to whether or not he remembered their discussion on the differene between "yes" and "no". I never did find out any more than the man with the mind of a boy's mischievous grin told me, as the next song began to play.
I exited the 20 bus in favor of the 40 at White Plains, fearing the outcome of their continuing on the bus to the Galleria, which I believe is the last stop for the 20. I got over to WCC from said 40, got the news that my trip was for naught, and made my way back to Yonkersland. Again, on the 40 & then the 20 which I'd sooner exit to meet Mike Ferararararararararrara at the KFC near his abode. KFC tricked me into thinking I'd be getting 6 small pieces of chicken as opposed to the huge ones I got. I hope a homeless person found the remnants (those being a few full pieces) well. But, before I met up with my associate, I saw something that requires no set up or elaborate story telling to convey the uncanny elements involved and so I will state it simply and obviously:
Dwarf on a Scooter.
Good day.
Oh, I've finally given in to the world and got a hold of a cellular telecommunications device. Manage to retrieve the numbers allowing access to me via telephone sometime soon, my children.
they were a Squadron of Mentally Challenged.
Yes, as I saw the biggest smiles I'll ever see... the saddest smiles I'll ever see, I realized that this wasn't some magical, wonderful bus stop, these were mentally handicapped people; the only people who would ever be so excited about a bus ride. I saw as one by one, they passed me with silly grins, odd expressions, and noises. Oh, there were noises. I again thanked technology with the availability of music that can go directly into my ear, thus drowning out all outside sounds, but I did hear one thing between songs, that being the caretaker for this gaggle of retards (and I mean no offense in my wording; it's just the best description I can possibley attain for this collection of people I saw before me) inquiring one of the single digit IQers (ok, that was a tad harsh on my part) as to whether or not he remembered their discussion on the differene between "yes" and "no". I never did find out any more than the man with the mind of a boy's mischievous grin told me, as the next song began to play.
I exited the 20 bus in favor of the 40 at White Plains, fearing the outcome of their continuing on the bus to the Galleria, which I believe is the last stop for the 20. I got over to WCC from said 40, got the news that my trip was for naught, and made my way back to Yonkersland. Again, on the 40 & then the 20 which I'd sooner exit to meet Mike Ferararararararararrara at the KFC near his abode. KFC tricked me into thinking I'd be getting 6 small pieces of chicken as opposed to the huge ones I got. I hope a homeless person found the remnants (those being a few full pieces) well. But, before I met up with my associate, I saw something that requires no set up or elaborate story telling to convey the uncanny elements involved and so I will state it simply and obviously:
Dwarf on a Scooter.
Good day.
Oh, I've finally given in to the world and got a hold of a cellular telecommunications device. Manage to retrieve the numbers allowing access to me via telephone sometime soon, my children.