On my way to math tutoring, I was resting at a stop light next to a small bus. A group of youngish, male ish people were crowding and laughing towards the back of the bus. One boy said something to me out the window that sounded like, "You dropped your *******?" I looked down and around at the word "dropped" before realizing that the boy had told me I had dropped my "pocket." When I looked back up, the talker was not meeting my face, but the other boys were. I started to smile and laugh, and then I began laughing real dramatically with my shoulders so they would know that we were sharing it and that we were on the same side.
I'm remembering my other out the bus window experiences. One time I was walking Klemmons the Dog and a kid yelled out, "What kind of dog is that!?" And I said, "Hmmmdaknow?" And he said, "Whose dog is that?!" And I said, "Bret's!"
I think the people on the inside know that they are mostly untouchable because the light is gonna turn green and they will never see me again. Same for people in cars. There was one bad day in Lawrenceville where I got two negative hits right after the other, one being a smallish angryish 8 year old giving me the finger with a very straight face.
I smiled and waved.
The worst bus story I know is when my mom was puke sick on the delivery route and she had to puke out the van door, and the bus kids were all pointing and laughing at her. It didn't seem fair. She had no strength to retaliate. She was sick like 1 time every 5 years, and it just had to be a day she was next to the bus.
tooker avenue
5 years ago
