Gotta have it!

Sitting on the bus, just as it pulled away three people got on, a woman and two men. They seemed very rushed and they sat at the back of the bus and were very excited. The woman was telling the men how they have to get to the “Quickie Mart” as soon as they can so they can get their Earthquake drinks. One of the guys asked her what Earthquakes were and she said;

“High octane alcohol that costs 99 cents!”

They were desperate to get their alcoholic beverage although I wondered what kind of beer costs 99 cents.

As the bus the bus turned down a street they cursed and rushed off, apparently they wanted the 21 bus and we were on the 121 bus.

I Googled: Earthquake Drink. Looks like I will pass on this stuff according to the reviews.

The finger dude

On the bus on the way home, the  bus stops at a red light and I noticed a guy standing on the curb, we make eye contact and he starts to get all agitated and starts giving me the finger.

Charming!

I smile at him he starts getting even more worked up and then giving me two fingers, both hands a blur as  he expends a great deal of energy. He starts beckoning like he wants me to get off the bus and start something with him. I smile again as the bus pulls away.

I can faintly him shouting some profanities after the bus. I am glad he didn’t get on the bus.

Guess he was having a bad day.

Found: Medal lapel pin

I got on the bus on the way home from the doctor and as I went to sit down I noticed something metal with two spikes on it on the seat.

Lucky I didn’t sit on that!

Turning it over it was a small metal medal looking lapel pin. Cheap metal with enameled bands, one of which was missing. Must have fallen off someone’s hat or jacket, it intrigued me and I wanted to find out what it was. I noted it in my Moleskine notebook. It had what looked like a propeller on the medal so I assumed it may be related to the air force.

A short internet search turned the medal up on a few sites, listed as a lapel/hat pin depicting a Distinguished Flying Cross.

The Distinguished Flying Cross (DFC) is described by The Distinguished Flying Cross Society as:

The Distinguished Flying Cross, created by Congress 80 years ago, is America’s oldest military aviation award.

An interesting find and a start of a new category called “Found Items” here on this blog.

Link: The Distinguished Flying Cross Society

Itchy & scratchy

Siting on the bus a girl got on and sat in front of me, I noticed her hair was thick with hairspray and seem very stiff. She started to run her fingers through her hair which wasn’t easy with the hairspray. Then she started to really scratch her head in earnest.

I started to feel all itchy myself as she scratched away and I resisted the urge to start scratch my head. I was beginning to imagine all manner of slimy creepy crawlies crawling through her head. Luckily no such creatures appeared but it left me feeling all uneasy and squirmy.

And now you do too!

Warning signs

Sometime ago I was on a bus and I noticed a warning sign with the bus companies logo on it, the sign said; Gang Rape Strictly Prohibited. Although it was very professionally made I knew it wasn’t an official King County Metro sign, why would they feel the need to have a warning sign for such a thing.

If it was theirs, they would have to have signs for everything else; No murder on the bus, No sticking pointy objects into anyone’s orifices and No reading out loud excerpts from any Stephanie Meyer book.

I didn’t get a photo of the sign at the time but yesterday I saw it again and got a crappy camera phone picture. I did a Google search and   the sign has been mentioned on a few websites including Fail blog.

Link: Fail Blog

It also is mentioned in Metro’s own blog to advise riders of a prankster posting false signs.

Link: Metro blog

I guess someone has a lot of time on their hands, now I’ll have to look out for the other false signs that are apparently about.

Wet dog

I got on the bus and was sitting there as we pulled away from the stop, I felt a small pinprick on my thumb, nothing major but noticeable enough to make me check. Sitting on my thumb was a flea who had just stuck me, there it sat, supping up his dinner. I squished the little blighter between my thumb nails.

Sometimes I bemoan riding public transit and wish I drove, but public transit is green and I am doing my bit for the environment. Having to put up with all manner of stuff on the bus and especially when it rains (hello, its Seattle) gets old after a while. When it rains the bus can sometime smell like the inside of a wet dog, or maybe the outside of a wet dog, whichever is worse.

But I guess I get plenty of blog post fodder.

For cripes sake shut the @#$% up already!

It’s official, I am a cantankerous old git!

My tolerance level of the people around me seems to have gotten lower over the years. Where before someone conducting some annoying habit near me would have no effect on me. Now it appears the slightest annoying behavior behooves me to want to kick them up the arse.

On the bus today a couple of young girls got on the bus and proceeded to go to the back, I was sitting near the front. One was talking extremely loudly even though the girl she was speaking to was sitting next to her. This other girl kept making a silly annoying noise and saying some stupid phrase in a high pitched voice. I found it was grating on my last ragged nerve and I could feel my annoyance level rising by the second.

I wanted to turn around; “Really? STFU already!”

Good breeding and manners prohibited me from doing it though. Luckily they soon got off the bus and I felt like getting up and applauding. No one else seemed to be irritated by the pair unless they were just more tolerant than I.

Don’t get me started on airports and people in line moaning because of the delay in getting through security and the like.

I’m getting old I tell ya.

Why all the honking

My bus pulled up to an intersection and stopped at the red light, next to us was a woman in a small red car then a tow truck. Suddenly the woman pulled her red car across the front of the bus and turned right, heading  down the street. I wonder if she paid attention to the bus driver and tow truck driver blaring their horns at her.

She obviously realized within a few seconds that she was driving the wrong way down a one-way street because she spun the car around and came back.

I am just happy no-one was tearing down the street on the green light or they could have hit Miss Numpty head-on.

One reason that even when crossing a one-way street I always look both ways, don;t want to get run over by some numpty not paying attention, once was enough!

Woman on the bus

Young woman on bus sitting at the front, very outgoing and talks to anyone, she is also loud but not necessarily obnoxiously so.

Yesterday evening, she got on the bus and started chatting up the driver, her reply to him asking her how she was, she told the whole bus;

“I am off to get drunk.”

A guy got on and she was chatting with him and told him she was off to meet her Mom to go to the Social club to get inebriated. He told her to be careful, she said,

“There’s no one there under fifty so I should be okay.”

She thinks people fifty and older can’t be horny or something.

My 76 year old mother-in-law recently married a 54 year old man. I wish there was something I could take to erase the mental images I have after the wife told me what she and her mom talked about and shopped for before the wedding.
Anyhoo, the girl wasn’t on the bus today, guess she was sleeping off the night before.
Oh to be so young and stupid again.

Pow Bang Crump

As the bus pulled up to a stop three guys stood on the curb side, the driver shouted at them to get on or she was taking off. They finally ambled on the bus, as the second guy got on I heard the driver; “Whoa, what happened to you?”

He walked up the aisle mumbling; “What’s it look like? fighting.”

I’ll say!

His face was all puffed up and black and blue, it was a wonder he could see where he was going as both eyes were almost swollen shut, he was sporting two humongous black eyes.

I’d like to see the other guy.

Mike Tyson must have used his head as a punching bag.

But he seemed cheerful as he passed wishing people happy new year. The three guys got off at the stop opposite a sports bar where they headed into.

More booze and fighting bar steward!

I guess some people celebrate the new year differently.