Interesting Clothing Choice

I have to share what transpired last Friday. The bus was stopped in traffic just North of Eastern Market on the bridge over the Dequindre Cut due to a traffic accident at Chene. I burst out laughing because I couldn't contain myself at seeing the man wearing 2 tight women's bras. They were overlapping, one of white and one purple. He had a tight grey skirt pulled up quite high. It looked cool for the summer heat, too. I wanted to take a picture of him but I don't have a camera on my phone. I need to change that soon.
bus rides = entertainment.

The Case of the Clippers and the Zoo...

The Gratiot bus pulled up at Macomb Mall right on time this morning, and when the doors opened, I seriously thought twice about boarding. Coming from the bus was a cacophony of noise. I reluctantly stepped in, swiped my card, and looked at the driver. "Quite the zoo today!" I said. He smiled and shook his head. "Sure is!"

I weaved my way through the mass of yelling, crying, screaming, you name it children towards the back to find a seat. It was quite amusing watching the mom's trying to keep their children corralled.

Shortly after, I hear a distinctive "clip, clip, clip" sound. I look across from me, and hear is this guy clipping his nasty, dirty fingernails. And some of the parings are flying my way!! I gave him my best owlish, "Are you kidding me?" look, which phased him not at all. I resolved to have words with him if any landed on me, but lucky for him (or more likely, me) none did. He finally moved closer up front and resumed clipping. I wondered how much he had to go when he finally rang the bell. Quite the ride!

Feisty Old Man

I looked up from the funny novel I was reading to see who was raising his voice to the bus driver and saw this feisty old man at the back bus door. He was complaining that the driver didn't stop at his spot after Seven Mile Road. The driver told him he'd have to pull the signal earlier if he wanted to get off at Seven Mile because he was past it. He insisted that there was a closer stop to where he now was and advised the driver that he should tell SMART to make a stop closer. What the older man didn't realize was that he was stopping at the next stop after Seven Mile. The driver told the older man that the City of Detroit was responsible for the drop off locations in the city. The old man exited still agitated at the driver. I even heard one of the passengers at the rear of the bus confirm that it was indeed the next stop after Seven Mile. The poor old guy probably had farther to walk than he anticipated.
bus rides = entertainment.

Two Cute Girls & Voting

Thursday night, July 15th, I went to the back of the bus and to my surprise there were two girls one was three and one four years old. They were both quite pleasant. I asked M. if they belonged to her but she said their mother was at the front of the bus. They were playing with some bus tickets and trying to give them away as if they were going to perform a card trick. I took one and gave it to the other girl at which point I was promptly scolded and told, "that's my ticket". What do I know. Then the fun part came up. "Smell my feet" they both said and I promptly said nope to which they laughed and would continue to do so for a while. I explained that young ladies should keep their legs down and their dresses down but that didn't matter. I heard the mother at the front of the bus yell to the girls to put their feet down to which they obeyed. M. made a comment to the younger girl that she liked her sandals and the older girl said that they were hers and wanted to trade footwear with the girl. We tried to figure out if they were sisters but I didn't think that they were. Then a while later the older girl was saying that her feet hurt and that she wanted a bandage for her sore. Sure enough she had a raw spot at the back of her heel where the shoe rubs. I thought I had a Band-Aid in my bag but S. beat me to it and we put it on her. Now the younger girl said her had a sore foot and wanted a bandage so M. proceeded to put it on her. Monkey see, monkey do I guess. It was an entirely enjoyable ride.
One of the other regular riders asked if we were all going to vote in August because the Macomb County Commissioners wants to opt out of SMART bus service for Macomb. I told her that I was indeed going to vote. She also said we should contact our commissioners to let them know that it is a vital service and to not vote to opt out of the service. I really don't know where some of the commissioners come up with these harebrained ideas. This is a vital service for all of Macomb County and if they vote to take it away they are once again screwing the little guy. If in fact they feel that it needs to be overhauled in any way they should get involved with SMART to figure it out. Isn't that why we have elected officials to solve problems and not create problems.
Bus rides = entertainment

The Sniffer...

I don't have allegies, and generally I don't get colds easily. That being said, why do people just sit and snort/sniff instead of just blowing their nose? I guess I can understand allergies, but I really wanted to clock this fella who sat next to me this morning. Every 5 seconds...sniff...sniff...sniff. I'm very grateful that I don't have allergies...

Molested on the Bus!!

In all my years of riding the bus, I have never been groped. But I was last night. By a sly, stealthy little creature, disguised as an innocent little baby.

We picked up a group of folks around 8 mile or so. They boarded the bus, and among them was an older lady shuffling two older girls and the aforementioned mischevious little imp, maybe 18 months.

I normally doze on the bus, so I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. I begin feeling a pawing at my side, proceeding up to my left breast. I opened my eyes and gave him a "you stop that" sort of stare, which, not surprisely, did not faze him at all. Grandma was chiding him, saying, "Stop that, you don't know that lady, and she doesn't need you harassing her." She ended the conversation by pinning his arms to his side as best she could. I went back to sleep.

All of a sudden, my bra strap is yanked down! What a grip this tyke had! He had a great big smile on his face when my eyes flew open. "Guh!!" he said. "NO!" I said, pulling up my strap. Grandma was horrified, apologizing over and over. I poked him in the nose, and said, "You are going to be the bane of your Grandma!" Fortunately by this time the bus was making the Michigan Left onto south-bound Gratiot at the mall, and I could depart. But it made for an interesting ride!

A Good Laugh

Sometimes it's nice to talk to the regular riders you've known for a long time and have a great laugh. Usually the topic meanders from the original topic but we all manage to follow along. Today two of us crazy/fun people were cracking each other up over the name of a sporting goods store chain - Dicks. You can well imagine how off color we became. My favorite thing to observe on the bus is a person who is stuck close by and without dipping into our conversation manage to smirk. Good times.
bus rides = entertainment.