Been working alot, 12 hour days sometimes. You’ll get over it…
The other day I was taking the Minneapolis bus home from work and this scruffy lookin’ (for lack of a better description) guy was sitting next to me, listening to his walkman, as was I. I couldn’t help but notice that he was really getting INTO whatever song he was listening to, and after a moment or two, I had weird hunch that he and I were listening to the same station. Gun’s N’ Roses’ “Sweet Child O’ Mine” was playing on my radio and I was kinda tappin’ my thumbs on my bookbag. He caught a glance at me, and he was kind of in synch to my tapping rhythm. He was doing that lame-ass air guitar thing with his hands and nodding his head. For a second, we both looked at each other and kind of both nodded our heads along in synch to our music.
The song got done playing on my radio. So I elbow the dude lightly, in his ribs after it was done. He moved his earpiece and looks at me. I said “GNR, eh?”, to which he replied, “naw…Thin Lizzy, man, they rock!”. So I was like okay, hmmm, whatever. This dude is weird. Not that there’s anything wrong with Thin Lizzy, it was the dude. He had this uncanny Tommy Chong quality that was eerie and sort of gross, which I didn’t really notice at first. I blew him off and went back to looking out my window. After a minute, he stole a glance my way, so I turned abrubtly, on purpose, to see just what the fuck he was lookin’ at. He had this shit-eating grin on his face, like he was flirting with me and I was supposed to be charmed. Whatever!
I gave him a look that told him to piss off and we all went back to our silly anti-social ride, back to ignoring each other like everyone else does, the way you’re SUPPOSED to behave on the bus.
Okay well I’ve got to work again in the morning, at nine. We get free bagels and coffee on Saturdays, yippee! At least SOMEONE feeds me…my cuboard is BARE )o:
Nitey nite…
Same day, different year..
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