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Jun. 30th, 2006

home from work, home from work.

i desperately need to do my math homework, since it's due on - gulp - monday. i also have about 200 medical terms i need to memorize for this wednesday's test. but the math comes first. or something.

freaking algebra, anyhow.

i keep meaning to tell you stories of people that i have been running into at the bus stop, so i suppose i'll start with Meth-head Martha.

I'm waiting for the bus down the hill from my college, in front of the McDonalds there, lost in the music of my mp3 player. I see this woman who looked like a very stereotypical meth head meandering around the corner. she looks as if she was very pretty once, but her skin is sagging, her face sunken, her teeth missing. i see her pouring something into a mcdonald's cup, and then scoosh the can into the bushes. i step to the side to see if it truly was what i thought it was. Yup! a 211 Steel Reserve. (for those of you not living in the Pacific Northwest, Steel Reserve is a cheap arse beer that has a higher alcohol content than normal beer and tastes roughly like rusty piss.) Martha attempted to stand there non-chalantly and almost succeeded. she would stand stock-still for a moment.... then suddenly weave over to the side, sloshing her beer all over the sidewalk. she kept sipping it while we waited for the bus, right before she would slosh it again. i saw her talking to herself, but thought nothing of it.

i turned away from Martha to look up the street in the opposite direction from where the bus normally comes. when i turned back around, i saw Martha had snuck up behind me and had her face almost hovering over my backpack. when i turned, she jumped back and looked as if she were concentrating on something somewhere else, as if she hadn't just been all up in my bid-ness. oookay.

i take a few steps away from Martha and continue to wait for the bus.

Meth-head Martha then walks to the other side of me and starts talking to a guy that always seems to be waiting for the bus at the same time as me, no matter what time of the day i am waiting to catch that bus. he has long, wavy brown hair down his back... and a long, wavy brown beard down his front to match. he always carries various umbrellas with him, but they're not pedestrian umbrellas, they're the type of umbrellas that screw to patio furniture.

i see the bus pulling up, so i turn off my mp3 player (i have this weird 'thing' that i have to be able to hear everything around me when i climb onto the bus, in case the driver asks me something or i run into someone i know, etc.), and realize that Martha has come back up to my side and was hissing viciously to me:

"you deserve to diiiiiie. YOU DESERVE TO DIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE....."

then turns to climb onto the bus, but is detered by the bus driver making her wait for an elderly man to get off the bus. she starts dancing around and waving her hands at everyone to move back "oh, watch out now, here comes GRANDPA, trying to get off the bus! screw us for wanting to get on! God forbid we need to GO somewhere, come ON grandpa!" then hurries on board.

i climb onto the bus (or would it be 'into'?) behind her, show the driver my pass and mouth the words "she's REALLY drunk" accompanied by my right hand yoinking up and down and making the international sign for drinking. he mouthed the words just as largely back to me "i know."


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Jul. 1st, 2006 07:18 am (UTC)
WOW! And I thought I met ineteresting people LOL...

Well the only thing I can think of.. least she wasn't driving ;)

Aug. 27th, 2007 12:16 am (UTC)
That's about the only good thing!

Actually, I feel sorry at times for people like that - just imagine what they've been through to bring them to the gutter where they are today.
Jul. 1st, 2006 03:12 pm (UTC)
Ok, that woman is scary. I swear, that would have totally creeped me out. And the guy with patio umbrellas? Your life makes mine look so boring and lame lol.
Jul. 15th, 2007 12:13 pm (UTC)
My life has become a lot more boring since I almost never do public transit now that I'm not actively in school! I'm sad that I didn't write down more of everything I witnessed.
Jul. 1st, 2006 06:20 pm (UTC)
'tis true
people are crazy. then again, we're all crazy, just that the "sane" people aren't afraid to admit their craziness. We embrace the craziness. We aren't in denial like some people.
Jul. 15th, 2007 12:13 pm (UTC)
Re: 'tis true
Once you stop denying, everything seems SO much easier to handle! ^_^
Jul. 1st, 2006 08:46 pm (UTC)
holy crap. that's REALLY scary. :/
Aug. 27th, 2007 12:16 am (UTC)
As much as I'm glad that I don't have to bus it on a regular basis now that I'm not in school anymore, I sort of miss all the stories that came of it!
Jul. 2nd, 2006 06:00 am (UTC)
I hate methheads. I heard the drug is real popular now especially in rural areas.

that is so freaky that she said that to you.
Jul. 15th, 2007 12:15 pm (UTC)
My step father lives in a TINY town in southern Missouri (like, population 200) and ended up being busted for having the biggest meth lab in the area. My mother was sent to prison back in 95 or so for selling meth to the first boy I ever kissed. My stepfather (closer to a father than my real father in many ways) is a shell of who he was because of it.

One of the evilest drugs to ever be invented, imho.
Jul. 3rd, 2006 02:45 am (UTC)
We have Steel Reserve down here as well. They are emphatically not for the lightweights. Usually one 24 ounce can is enough to put me in orbit for the night, given that it's actually equivalent to just over three regular beers.

In Texas, it's a class C misdemeanor ($500 fine) to consume alcoholic beverages at a bus stop or other public transit facility. I forget the exact wording of the law, but the basic idea is you can't get drunk at the bus stop. I'm surprised up there they don't have a similar law.
Jul. 15th, 2007 12:17 pm (UTC)
I'm sure that they do - I used to see people get busted all the time down at the bus depot for consuming in public, though I don't know the precise law (I haven't had to personally worry about it!)

I've always been a lightweight, so a 211 keeps me pretty happy, as well. If I drink more than that, I'm hating life in the morning.

Not that I drink it anymore, but I drank it a LOT when I first moved up here.
Jul. 3rd, 2006 07:04 pm (UTC)
Scary! I am glad she didn't try to assault you.
Jul. 15th, 2007 12:18 pm (UTC)
I'm quite thankful that I have yet to have this happen, with how much I'm out walking around by myself. (*knockonwood*) I mean, sure, I was grazed by a car once, and have had to deal with other dickheads on the road (I.e., when one sped up and layed on their horn, swerving AT me, just to scare me), but nothing serious.
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