Just a Taste

So when I ride the bus, I try to grab this one specific seat every time. The 358 is an articulated bus configured as such: a front half of the bus that has seats arranged in a way you'd expect, a rotating center that pivots and seats four, and then a back half with seats and its own door. Near the front of the back half, if that makes any sense, is a single seat all to itself. It faces sideways rather than forward, so you get a good view of everything going on in the back. See my attached diagram, it's the seat in red. I have dubbed this "The Jump Seat." It has many advantages, namely that because it's a single, I never have to sit next to a smelly-ass crackhead. Plus, it's got a great view of the circus.

So this picture is from Thursday night. This woman and her crackhead boyfriend sat right beside me (I'm in the jump seat). She was munching on McDonald's, getting the crumbs caught in her ample facial hair. Seriously, she has a better goatee than I do. The picture doesn't quite catch the soul patch, mostly because the hair was as ghostly white as her face, which hadn't been out of her crack den to see the light of day for a while.

There were some loud idiots in the back ranting about some crazy shit, and this lady has the audacity to snicker at them. Like, "hehehe, hey Brian, you and me are so different than those crazy people. Clearly, we are cut from the same cloth." Sorry to break it to you, but obese lady with a goatee, you get lumped in with the rest of 'em.