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A woman hobbles around on the bus, asking for money, approaching every person individually, telling them about her personal situation (no friends, no family, and unemployed). Meanwhile, Jeremiah's headphones can be heard throughout the bus, adding to the noise of the fat woman and the unstable cries of the air conditioning.
A man with a doo rag gets on, sits down. Our woman sees the lad, comes over, and sits next to him, and pretends to be interested in what he's listening to.
"What's that CD?"
(aloof) "Nas."
"Oh. My friend voted for Bush."
Our odd couple sits there for a few more minutes, until Mr. Rag really looks like he's going out of his mind. So the nomad continues walking about the bus, telling her tales. When a disgruntled man (the studious type) gets on, she runs over to him like a dog racing to a piece of fresh meat, and tells her story. The guy looks every which way until he gets up, tosses a bunch of newspapers on the floor, and sits elsewhere. Mr. Rag enters the picture again, now laughing hysterically. Not surprisingly, I begin to lose it, and Rag and I are sitting there, guilty as hell, chortling away. Jeremiah's music continues to boom.
So the woman moves to the front of the bus, now chatting up an old man that looks just her type. Seeing that he might have a chance of getting a little action, the guy slaps Daniel (sleeping) on the shoulder in the seat next to him, and tells him to give up his seat for the woman. So, confused Daniel gets up and moves to the back, with myself and Rag.
All that remains is the sight of scattered papers and the sounds of angry drums beating away at ear canals.
"The day you stop taking public transportation is the day you can kiss your social life goodbye."