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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
May. 12th, 2008 11:48 pm(Latin: "On Monday, Gloria got sick on the bus." ;-)
Riding from work to rehearsal I sat across from a cute cub, who looked like he could be![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alexjon's big brother: some facial resemblance but bigger, and probably older, with a darker, thicker scruffy beard. He wore a black T-shirt with a "tofu man" cartoon character on it that fit him rather tightly, dirty blue jeans, and flip-flops. On occasion he kicked off his flip-flops, one or both at a time, and scratched one itchy, dirty bare foot with the other. This I found rather distracting, as it seemed rather an intimate, personal thing to be doing on a public bus; he really ought to be doing that at home. But he seemed nice enough. I noticed he had nearly half-inch sleeves inserted into his earlobes, and we got to talking about piercings and how they stretch and shrink. He got off the bus at the same stop I did, but walked off in a different direction.
Rehearsal went fairly well. Afterward I was waiting for the bus to Renton and this thin young black man in a hoodie, probably 19 or 20, came up and sat down on the bus bench next to me. He had a habit of staring at me that I found a bit disconcerting. If he'd been smiling I probably would have taken it as a friendly gesture or possibly even a pick-up attempt, but as it was, it seemed he was up to no good, especially when he made no attempt to engage me in a conversation and my "howdy" elicited no response. I moved from the bus bench we were sitting on to another bench behind the bus shelter. As the time for my bus's arrival approached I went and stood near the bus stop, and he got up and ran at me as though he was going to jump on me or something, but pulled aside at the last minute: apparently this was some sort of game like "chicken". Not completely understanding what he was about, I muttered "Hey," rather dumbfounded and unable to think of anything else to say. The look I got seemed to tell me "no harm, no foul" and he boarded the next bus to Kent to my relief.
On the Rodeo Bus (route 101, an old articulated bus that bucks like a bronco) to Renton, I sat opposite a couple and a friend of theirs who thought they argued like an old married couple, or "a young George and Weezy" as he put it. She was picking at something on his ear until he made her stop.
Riding from work to rehearsal I sat across from a cute cub, who looked like he could be
alexjon's big brother: some facial resemblance but bigger, and probably older, with a darker, thicker scruffy beard. He wore a black T-shirt with a "tofu man" cartoon character on it that fit him rather tightly, dirty blue jeans, and flip-flops. On occasion he kicked off his flip-flops, one or both at a time, and scratched one itchy, dirty bare foot with the other. This I found rather distracting, as it seemed rather an intimate, personal thing to be doing on a public bus; he really ought to be doing that at home. But he seemed nice enough. I noticed he had nearly half-inch sleeves inserted into his earlobes, and we got to talking about piercings and how they stretch and shrink. He got off the bus at the same stop I did, but walked off in a different direction.Rehearsal went fairly well. Afterward I was waiting for the bus to Renton and this thin young black man in a hoodie, probably 19 or 20, came up and sat down on the bus bench next to me. He had a habit of staring at me that I found a bit disconcerting. If he'd been smiling I probably would have taken it as a friendly gesture or possibly even a pick-up attempt, but as it was, it seemed he was up to no good, especially when he made no attempt to engage me in a conversation and my "howdy" elicited no response. I moved from the bus bench we were sitting on to another bench behind the bus shelter. As the time for my bus's arrival approached I went and stood near the bus stop, and he got up and ran at me as though he was going to jump on me or something, but pulled aside at the last minute: apparently this was some sort of game like "chicken". Not completely understanding what he was about, I muttered "Hey," rather dumbfounded and unable to think of anything else to say. The look I got seemed to tell me "no harm, no foul" and he boarded the next bus to Kent to my relief.
On the Rodeo Bus (route 101, an old articulated bus that bucks like a bronco) to Renton, I sat opposite a couple and a friend of theirs who thought they argued like an old married couple, or "a young George and Weezy" as he put it. She was picking at something on his ear until he made her stop.
