Monday, September 15, 2008

Public Transportation is a Hazard + For the Love of Ben Gay+ White People's Curiosity + Coming Out on Top + Dreaming About Tuna and Air Conditioners

So...by the title, I've had a busy weekend.

Firstly, Friday night, it was raining lightly and I decided to just take the bus home from Downtown Brooklyn. The bus takes me directly across the street from home.

I got on the bus at 9:30. Its a half-hr ride home.

As we're rolling, an older lady gets on the bus, pays $1 and says its because she's disabled or elderly. The bus driver asks for ID. Her drunk grandson starts yelling and screaming that the bus driver always asks her to do it. He refuses to let her show the ID. Fine. The bus driver asks him to sit down.

He gets even more upset. He's yelling and screaming even more.

All of a sudden, he swings and hits the bus driver as we're moving! And to top it off, we were approaching Atlantic Avenue...one of the busiest intersections in BK. The bus driver stands up, his foot on the brake and proceeds to hit back - beating the man's ass. The driver is about 6"2, 250 lbs. The drunk was 5"9, maybe 160. Ummmm...yea.

And...assaulting an MTA Employee is a felony in NYC. He could get up to 7 yrs in prison.

After that, the driver apologized to us for losing his cool. He asked the drunk to get off the bus. He refused. The driver called the police. We had to wait for another bus to come. I got home at 11pm.

Riiight.
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When I was in college, I played Rugby. It was hardcore. It got me into pretty good shape. One game, this mammoth of a woman tackled me. Hard. I was fine. I got up off the ground and played the rest of the game. We lost the game.

The next day, I woke up late for my Philosophy final to find I couldn't move. Terrified, it took me like an hour to muster the strength. I walked, or rather, hobbled across campus to the closest thing to a drug store. They had nothing for back pain but I was advised to put a hot water bottle on it and I would be fine. That's exactly what I did. I laid on it for the full day and I was fine.

I got a C in Philosophy....:(

Anywho, Saturday morning, I woke up and boom! I couldn't move. Fuck. Except it was worse and the hot water bottle wasn't working. I had a ball to go to.

...To be continued...
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3 comments:

Torrance Stephens - All-Mi-T said...

your life is a melodramatic sit com

need to script it and get that loot

Young woman on a journey said...

i love your weekends!

Chris said...

Ughhh...I slept on the floor a couple of days ago, and I was stiff...you beat me with you not being able to move...