On Friday I had not one but two tranny sightings: one on the ride going to work and one on the ride coming back. The latter was an obese, possibly homeless, blanket-clad man with orange hair and a large cherry tattoo ON HIS FACE. He liked to comment on the goings-on (some of them only in his head). He was convinced that the Metro Rapid had been involved in either an accident or a medical trauma at Fairfax and Wilshire, and wouldn’t let up until the bus driver and another homeless person he seemed to know agreed with him. I do think there might have been a firetruck up there so maybe he was on to something.
Also, they were playing the radio on my commute home; mostly ’80s cheese like Taylor Dane (?), which I did not like. I don’t object to the genre, but it was difficult to concentrate on my reading. I can generally block out the stop announcements and Transit TV, but the radio is difficult to ignore and I don’t want to have to deal with it.
This weekend I’m set to try, for the first time, the Dash up to Fairfax combined with the 720 Rapid to get to Brentwood for brunch. Then it’s off to the library where I have three books waiting for me.
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Stepf // July 30, 2008 at 4:11 pm
Whose idea was it to start putting televisions everywhere?! The bank, the post office, the bus? I don’t want to be subjected to that constant chatter, and sometimes the volume is cranked! Booooooo!
goatsaysmoo // August 5, 2008 at 8:32 am
I know! At least they removed most of them from the Ralph’s near me. I thought I was going to scream when they put them in. “Constant chatter” is the perfect way to describe it.