Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Dread Monday...



Wow. Look at this image of beauty. Now, granted, I have an issue with dreadlocks to begin with, but this takes the cake. The ones on this woman just looked bad. She looked like a reddish brown Komodore. She had the tail at the end knotted up so it would not drag the ground. I guess I have to give her credit, because I worry about what I look like to others. She certainly did not!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Recognized

I was at a local bar last night with some friends watching some games and playing video golf. We had a table in the middle of the joint. There was this short, homely woman hunkered down at the bar along with a plethora of regulars. I would periodically catch her checking us out while looking at the various television screens. Later on she proceeded to wave and smile. When my one friend went to the end of the bar to chat with a friend I was going to go over so I wasn't alone and she flagged me down. Not to be totally rude I mentioned that she looked familiar and that I noticed her from the Gratiot bus. She asked me if my friend was my son and I said no. She, feeling no pain, proceeded to slur that she always try to talk to me on the bus. I told her that I try to keep to myself. While she was talking to me she was very obviously raising her eyebrows, giving me the elevator eyes, winking and touching me. I played real dumb to not notice the flirty advances but it actually made her do it more - sad but true. I just couldn't get past looking at her awful teeth on that moon shaped face. It's too bad some people can't afford a dental visit. She was trying to tell me that she was accosted at gun point of a guy asking for a sexual favor. Why? I don't know. I excused myself to make my way over to the end of the bar where my friend was and join in the conversation and wouldn't you know it the persistent homely woman came over to be next to me. I tried hard to ignore her. I finally excused myself and went to the men's room and upon exiting gave my goodbyes to walk home. As I was leaving the bar the woman was calling and waving for me to come back but I never looked back. Whew. Maybe she won't remember the episode if I run into her on the bus.
Bus rides = entertainment

Spitter

I was at work later than usual last evening so the bus I caught was not crowded. One thing that was kind of vulgar was a large guy shot out of his seat, opened the window in front of him put his head out and spit. He sat down but not before hiking up his sweatpants. If it weren't for undershorts I would have been mooned by extra large crackage.
Bus rides = entertainment

There are hairstyles, and then there are hairstyles...

White women just do NOT look good in cornrows. I'm sorry, but the only reason men went gaga over Bo Derek is not because of her looks, but because of her body.

Consider my bus ride today. Took the VanDyke run because I parked by my cousin's house. Sat down and was presented with the back of a white woman's head in cornrows. Yuk!! It was pulled back into a ponytail at the back of her head, and just looked terrible. She didn't seem to have all the fly-aways that occur with Caucasian hair, so maybe she applies something to smooth it down. And to complete the picture, she was talking on a cell and sounded like a ghetto black person. Yes, I know it all sounds very racist, and I apologize for it, but how in the world does one expect to get a half way decent job looking and sounding like that? Takes all kinds I guess!

Friday, February 13, 2009

Van Dyke? NO, SCHOENHERR!!

Waiting for the bus the other day in the warm but very windy and rainy day, I had an interesting encounter. I had just stepped towards the curb when I spied my bus coming up Larned (530/Schoenherr). I had a lady peer around the edge of my umbrella (I have one of those massive golf numbers) and inquire if the bus I was waiting for went to 10 Mile. I said, "10 Mile and Schoenherr." She said, "10 Mile and Van Dyke?" I said, "No, 10 Mile and Schoenherr." Weird. It's not like you didn't have a clue which street it rides up. It clearly read Schoenherr on the marquee. Fun, fun, fun!!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Crowded bus - polite people

Last evening on the Limited run home it was quite crowded. It's also nice to see people looking out for their fellow bus-mates. I had to chuckle over two folks bantering about who should stand and who should sit and the reasoning behind it. It was the usual easy ride home watching folks try to wave down the limited bus and not understanding why the bus will not stop to pick them up.
bus = entertainment