P-UgggggH-blic Transit

I am back. This will be short and sweet. I have been on public transit a lot lately. I am just now starting to understand my misgivings about it. It is not me, it is the "public". If you get rid of the "public", then it could really be okay. Here, are some observations, most of these are multi-sensory.

I am sitting on the bus yesterday when an older, European type woman sits next to me. She is there about two seconds before her Eau de Stink wafts my way. Again, my eyes are watering. I turn to look at her and I swear I felt an eyeball of mine almost melt. I thought that with the cooler weather and wearing coats that that sort of stink would remain "hidden" under ones coat. I stand corrected. I have to write this down, there is no running from the stinky people when on the bus.

Today, I see people on the bus as we wait for it to leave the subway station. No problem there, everybody is quiet. How come as soon as the bus starts moving, the guy next to me decides it is time to open his mouth and let the "crazy" out. Either he was a fucking moron or his tactic was pure genius. I mean, once those shut and the bus starts to move all the passengers are a captive audience for the guy who now wants to converse with the fucking voices in his head. Had he pulled that shit earlier, I could have got the next bus (another one always comes along, eventually) or a group of us saner types (of which, I mean just me) could have pitched the dude from the bus and he could have caught another one (and spread the crazies around to a new and unsuspecting audience).

Do you have the picture? I mean the people watching part can be fun, but then how many times can you see the dude with mutton chop side burns. By the way, dude, Neil Young called he wants his burns back, and vacuum them before returning them, please.

That is all for now, ciao!