And yet another public transportation story
I mentioned the other day that this blog could very easily turn into a "stories of public transportation" blog. Well, what I witnessed today was another new one.
Maybe a week or so ago I sat next to a guy on the bus, wearing athletic shorts and a little too small white tshirt. I was pretty sure he was homeless, since he was really greasy, had a beard, and had grass on his shirt which was evidence of some sort of sleeping or napping in the grass.
Well, the same guy got on today, reeking of alcohol, like the kind of reeking that you only get after a long hard day of drinking. He had cut off sweat pants turned shorts on, and what is apparently his signature too small white tee. He also had a baseball cap on, but the weird thing was that he had a monthly bus pass, which you normally don't see homeless people with. He was kind of yelling about random stuff to no one in particular. But the weirdest thing happened next.
He took lipstick out of his pocket. Put some it on, proceeded to kiss his hand to make sure it was applied evenly, and then he put some on his eyelids. He then put it back in his pocket and started talking/yelling to no one in particular. As I was thinking about it, I decided that he is either a gay homeless guy, or maybe a former crossdressing alcoholic, who's seen better days.
This, my friends, was a strange story from the city bus.
Maybe a week or so ago I sat next to a guy on the bus, wearing athletic shorts and a little too small white tshirt. I was pretty sure he was homeless, since he was really greasy, had a beard, and had grass on his shirt which was evidence of some sort of sleeping or napping in the grass.
Well, the same guy got on today, reeking of alcohol, like the kind of reeking that you only get after a long hard day of drinking. He had cut off sweat pants turned shorts on, and what is apparently his signature too small white tee. He also had a baseball cap on, but the weird thing was that he had a monthly bus pass, which you normally don't see homeless people with. He was kind of yelling about random stuff to no one in particular. But the weirdest thing happened next.
He took lipstick out of his pocket. Put some it on, proceeded to kiss his hand to make sure it was applied evenly, and then he put some on his eyelids. He then put it back in his pocket and started talking/yelling to no one in particular. As I was thinking about it, I decided that he is either a gay homeless guy, or maybe a former crossdressing alcoholic, who's seen better days.
This, my friends, was a strange story from the city bus.
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