Performance Artist?
Posted by Gian on May 26th, 2007
Yesterday, on my bus ride home, I had the most annoying bus driver. I think he confused his time with passengers as a slam poetry contest. Rather than announcing stops, he would rhymn and talk about local restuarants and other businesses. And when I say he talked… he talked. Nonstop. The ENTIRE bus ride. Am I a total curmudgeon? Should I allow him to use the microphone as his stage? Or, should he allow his semi-trapped audience what many of us (at least me and two elderly women sitting accross from me) were seaking - a peaceful ride home? I know I could have got off the bus and waited for the next 48, but they come only 2 times an hour.
In other bus news, today Anthony and I rode the 106 downtown. On our way home, this elderly African-American woman got on and began talking with another passenger. Their conversation started out harmless. It ended with her talking about Black salvation and some mysterious sword that was going to kill the white people (because we didn’t make her or the other passenger’s “pockets fat”). She also claimed to be a profit and that the US government was wire tapping her phone for the last 20 years (accept for the 4 years she spent in Israel, of course). This was a rather amusing conversation. Although, when she noticed I was eavesdropping, I became nervous that the “sword” she mentioned would cut me. While I have said, many a time, that sometimes a betch needs to be cut - I hoped that I was not that betch.