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So with my new job, I work on Sundays, and today was no exception. I got on the bus and some guy is yelling at what must be the top of his lungs about racism and religion and whatever. He has a book in his hands that he's jabbing--maybe he was talking about god. I am trying not to pay attention to him, but he's drowning out the BNL tunes on my iRiver. I mean, this dude is loud, really fucking loud, can't-hear-myself-think loud, and all of the other passengers near the front of the bus where I am are just looking around hoping he gets bored or whatever. A nervous looking woman is sitting right across from him.
So finally, the stop before mine, he gets off, and as the bus pulls away, I murmur, if there was a god, George Bush wouldn't be president. I can get away with that in Washington, DC, where 90 percent of the people are Dems. Luckily, I got a few laughs.
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