Last Wednesday

The bus was running late last Wednesday which seems to be a new trend lately.  I boarded the full bus and upon paying and assessing where I may plop my rear I nearly tripped over a pile of plastic bags.  I sat on the opposite side of where the woman with the numerous bags and a winter coat were spilling into the aisle.  I could see she was bending the ear of the woman trapped beside her. The trapped woman was being polite but not totally engaged in the conversation.  The woman was pulling items out of one of her plastic bags looking intently for something.  It turns out she found her antibacterial ointment and a bandage and proceeded to bandage her finger.  She was talking about how lovely the neighboring woman's complexion was and how she remembered her grandmother using cold cream every night.  This woman was so into her chatting that she had missed Seven Mile completely and proceeded to ring the bell for the next stop all the while being concerned about getting to her girl friend's place.  A gentleman who was conversing with the driver helped the woman with the numerous plastic bags of stuff  off the bus and we went on our way.  As I sat there I glanced back three seats and noticed a man who was totally out of it and trying to stay upright in his seat as if he was on a completely different form of transportation - let's say a roller coaster. It was like watching a slow moving accident waiting to happen.  And wouldn't you know it, a short while later the bus braked to avoid running into something and the man hit his head on the seat in front of him.  I'm sure it hurt like hell but all he could do was to cup his face.  The man couldn't even keep his eyes open.  It was like watching a real live version of the Three Stooges.  The last thing I found amusing that morning was the numerous gawkers at an accident at I-75 and Gratiot, (near Eastern Market). There was a man who abandoned his scooter in the street to lean over the concrete wall to watch the goings on as if he were cured of a crippling disease. Some mornings are just chock full of amusing things.
bus rides = entertainment.