SOTD

There are many hours in a single day.  Many occurances.  And I believe, if you truly enjoy life,  you can easily come away with all kinds of stories from a single day.  Not novel long stories, but just the shit that happens throughout. 

For me, there is typically always one story that stands out from the rest.  One big event that, as soon as it ends, I call my friend and rant it at him, whether he wants to hear it or not.    So, for better or worse, here is the story of the day.

I went home for the weekend with a friend of mine to attend another good friends baby shower.  I am terrified of children and I had to take a 7 hour bus ride just to get there.  So, she was thrilled that I even showed up.  But that’s not the story.

On the busride home, i was awakened from my already uncomfortable, light slumber to a commotion up at the front of the bus.  I looked over at my friend and she just shrugged, she didn’t know what was going on.  I sat up and peered over the seats.  The bus driver was talking rather loudly to a couple of the passengers in the front few seats.  I sat back down.  It didn’t appear to be anything interesting.  At least not what i could hear at that point.

A few moments later, the talk got louder and more hostile.  I looked at the girls in the seat behind and across from me.  This talk up front was getting everybodies attention.  The ‘talk’  had swirled quickly into a loud argument apparently about the bible, and what the bible stated about being gay, and race, and, oh yeah, jews.  Don’t ask.  I have no idea how it started.  How does one get into an argument with the bus driver none the less? 

Well, apparently, one of the guys in the front seats was gay and he was animatedly citing his opinions.  And then the was this She-man lady on the bus.  She was a litle crazy to begin with and when the talk got loud, she started shouted her opinions from all the way from the middle of the bus.  I watched in slight amusement.  Eh, i though, this’ll at least burn some time.

But then somehow, (again, I have no idea where any of this came from and being in the back of the bus it was all garbled and we only got the gist of what was being said) the talk turned to the jewish religion.  This was when the scary she-man got up, her frizzy frazzled hair almost touching the ceilling, and started walking toward the front of the bus.

Suddenly i was a bit nervous.  “Uh,” I started with a smile intentionally rather loud, ” This is how accidents happens”

The girls behind me giggled a little.  And, i’m not gonna lie, it was funny.  But the bus driver was driving.  Couldn’t they see that?  I wanted to get to my destination alive.  Then from my right my friend voiced my thoughts out loud, also intentionally loud.  Something to the effect that this could wait till he stopped driving.

But no one took notice of us.  The gay and the Jew and the crazy Bible thumping driver kept at it. About 5 people in the first three rows were hashing it out in words. I had no strong opinion strong enough either way other than for them all to SHUT UP.  It had been funny at first, but now i just wanted to go back to sleep.  It was getting annoying. 

Despite my wishes, the argument didn’t stop.  It kept getting more involved and even a louder.  I could now hear most of it in back clearly.  The bus driver had just thrwon something out from the bible about how being gay was an abomination.  Oh yeah.  he went there.  I looked at my friend next to me.  God forbid he say something about the she-man.  She was crazy enough to do something bad.

My commentary next was, “dude, this is how people get shot.  I can see it now.  ‘Mad-Woman opens fire on bus; all dead’”

My friend frowned at me. “stop it”

“what? For real.  This is how it happens.”

She just shook her head.  Luckily enough, the argument lost some of its volume and soon enough it was quiet again.  She-man came back to her seat in the middle of the bus.  I eyeballed her and kept checking up front for a  few minutes before i was assured enought that my life was not about to end.  Then I curled up into a ball again and tried to fall back asleep.

But seriously?  A philosophical, heated conversation on a bus, with the driver, while he’s driving!   People never cease to confound me.