Tonight I saw two homeless men (one of them barefoot) in Westwood. As I passed them, life seemed to pause for a moment before their respective smells hit me in a wave; I almost didn’t associate the smells with them, but there was nothing else it could have been.
On the bus there was a woman carrying balloon animals. The ride was atrocious. The bus shook so much, and so loudly, that I had trouble reading; not just because of the noise, but because the text was bouncing and jangling so much in front of my eyes I couldn’t focus. There was constant crunching, as though we were crashing, and I don’t think it was entirely the potholes (the worst sections were Westwood and Beverly Hills! What the hell?) I’m amazed that portions of the bus didn’t fall off. I think even the hardened, lifelong commuters were disturbed by the noises and shaking. My butt and back hurt a bit now. How do the drivers stand it? Are they insulated a little better?
Are they insulated a little better? Bahahahahahaha! Yes, many bus drivers are fat.
Hahaha!!!!! I merely, innocently wondered if they get better seats, right? Right??