Banking between stops

My transit errands are getting more ambitious. Today I’m going to stop at the Bank of America in Westwood on the transfer and cash a check for my husband en route.

Also — an update to the post “Language Barrier” — it turns out that Transit TV – Moving Entertainment is not entirely in Spanish. They had a weather report in English yesterday morning that I could have done without. I look at screens all day, be they TV or computer, and I don’t really want one on the bus.

(Watch, in a month I’ll be obsessed with the Transit TV talent and know them all by name.)

Language Barrier

On the ride home, there were two people waiting with me: a guy lugging around two big, filled, industrial-sized black garbage bags and a girl (I…think) with a skateboard. I have no idea what was in the bags. The girl (…presumably) didn’t smile back at me.

On the transfer, I sat in front of a guy speaking French very loudly on his cellphone. It was difficult to read and annoying. At the next stop, two chattering Hispanic women sat down next to me.

Suddenly I hear REALLY LOUD Spanish from the front of the bus, complete with music. I look over and see that a sleek TV screen is mounted to the upper left corner behind the driver. I’m 99% sure not all the buses have this. The station is called, no shit, “Transit TV – Moving Entertainment” and it’s broadcast entirely en espanol. What country am I living in?

We drove through Beverly Hills. It struck me as sad that the poorest people have to travel through the richest areas to get home. I didn’t mind looking out the window because I never get to do that when I’m driving.