With all the craziness that is goes on in my life, there is one thing I can rely on...that there will always be whack jobs on the bus.
On my morning bus, there is a new set of riders. Let me see if I can paint a clear picture for you:
Woman 1:
Never missed a meal
Smokes a pack a day
Dyed her hair blond about 1 year ago (I hope you see what I am getting at)
Is no stranger to Rx drugs and booze
Woman 2:
Is wearing all of her clothes at one time
Is on Rx drugs currently...to the point where her eyes continuously roll back in her head
In a wheelchair
They get on at the same stop ( I am sure you will be surprised to hear that it is in the ride free area) and to have someone get on the bus with a wheelchair takes a while. My time is precious, but I am more than fine to wait for those who are actually handicapped. Now, in past blogs, I have discussed the laziness of people in Seattle (fake walkers, fake canes, etc), but this broad takes the freaking cake! She has the audacity to push her wheelchair onto the bus. Let me be clear: the bus driver lowered the wheelchair ramp she pushed her wheelchair on whilst she was standing behind it and then pushed it onto the bus. UNBELIEVABLE. I had no words...well, that's a lie...I had a few choice words to say to her, but please refer to my description of her friend, broad 1 had about 200lbs on me. Plus, she was so doped up she would have had no idea what I was saying.
On my afternoon bus, I get on and see yet another lovely pair. Well, I smelled the 'gentleman' even before I saw him. The.Worst.BO.Ever! And considering all that I have smelled, I am sure you can appreciate how bad it must have been. This guy has never taken a shower a day in his life...not even one. I am sure his mom just hosed him off a couple of times and called it good. It just about knocked me back out of the bus. Lets see if I can do this guy justice:
Coveralls...that I am sure he has never washed
Hair that was shaved up the sides and long and obviously greasy down the center...like a reverse mullet
No stranger to Rx drugs and the perfect combo of uppers and downers
Hands that were encased in sores...here is where I threw up a little in my mouth
I am going to say that the gal he was riding with was his girlfriend, but I am not committed to that idea. The one impressive thing about her was that she had a glass eye. Now, I do not know for sure that it was a glass eye, but I am giving her the benefit of the doubt because if that was not a glass, that is one JACKED up eyeball. ::::shutter:::
It appeared that they were having a conversation, but this is all I heard Stinkpot say, "blemba mhmpf shurstp humns whaebi" There is no way that he was speaking real words! And he was speaking this way for 3 blocks. She kept nodding her head and speaking the same gibberish back to him.
How are these people allowed in society? How does Seattle tolerate this? Why me?!
On a side note, on my afternoon bus after the darling duo got off, I saw the lovely ladies waiting in front of the local outpatient methadone clinic. Shocking
