This morning I decided to take the 8:47 bus instead of the 9:17 so I could make my routine stop to Starbucks (which happens to be next to Lacey Transit Center) and be a little early to school so I could visit before English. Getting on at my stop, I had running autistic man join me, trooping all the way to the covered bus stop back pack in hand and wind blowing through his three hairs on his shiny bald but greasy head. He is not a very nice man, and very pushy.
Bus was full this AM, and was surprised when I realized EVERYONE was looking in my direction to watch the gay get on the bus. Am I an eyesore or just so cute they have to look? My guess is they aren’t use to seeing a boy with designer everything. But who knows. As we arrived to the LTC (Lacey Transit Center) I headed off to get my coffee and onto the 9:05 bus to Downtown Olympia. Another full bus, this time so full I had to stand in front, about tipping over every corner and every stop. The interesting bus driver who announced our arrivals like he was an airplane pilot, the trets man talking to himself sitting next to the pretty Asian lady, the man and wife who had matching jackets, and the guy that got chewed out by the pilot for dropping the bike rack, were all distractions as I was trying to read my book (the Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls). Couldn’t of been more thankful to arrive at SPSCC not only because the big man that smells bad and the alcoholic man were too close for comfortable breathing, but because the man who sat behind me had his dirty fingers on my white NF. Bitch.
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