There was a ridiculously fat man on the bus the other day. He looked like the simpsons guy, but with BIGGER, jell-o-er, stomach. He could almost be in one of those TLC's "I live a fat life" or whatever show where they show the lives of ridiculously fat people who can't move a toe b/c they're so fat.
He was wearing a black t-shirt with a RED RED RED sweatpants--those pants that has a black stripe on the sides....unlike some fat people, his clothes "fit" well, but....for him, "fitting" didn't make him look good (sorry!). It was a bit hilarious, b/c his color coordination really reminded me of the Mickey Mouse outfit. And I guess he was feeling dressy that day, he was wearing a grey bolero.
Aaah! i feel bad that I talk shit about fat people! But it was very startling b/c when I looked up from my ipod, there he was right across from the driver's seat, blocking half the bus hallway...at least he's not a couch potato and actually goes outside for a ride :D
Monday, August 17, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Bus driver.
Ok, I wasn't going to tell this story but I think it's worth telling too.
Yesterday I was riding the bus back to my apartment. I usually get off at the very last bus stop, so I'm usually the only one person in the bus, if not, one other stranger. As thisi black driver rode off to the last stop, he looked back and saw me with a surprised look.
He said, "You're the only one left?!"
I was like..."yeah. sorry."
Driver: Can I just say something without offending you?
Me: Sure......
Driver: I think you're the cutest girl I've ever seen!
Me:...uh...thanks!
Driver: Oh no seriously! So are you Vietnamese or something?
Me: No...I'm Japanese.
Driver: Oh! so you're here for school?
Me: *nod*
Driver: awesome, what year are you in?
Me: Oh, i'm a senior (I lie a lil bit everytime i talk to the stranger haha)
Driver: oh, so what are you going to do after you graduate?
Me: Oh, I dont know, I'd like to work a bit, but who knows hahahaa.
Driver: Oh, I have faith in you.
Me: Oh thanks!
Driver: And tell your parents that they did a great job making you. (EWW!)
As I was getting off the bus, he goes, "Oh! And take this!" and hands me a paper towel with some kind of writing in it.
I didn't read it till later that night when I was telling AJ this story. I opened the napking and it said,
"Can I take you out for lunch sometime? 206-blah-blah blah blah. -Calvin"
Gross!.....................................Story of my life....T.T
Yesterday I was riding the bus back to my apartment. I usually get off at the very last bus stop, so I'm usually the only one person in the bus, if not, one other stranger. As thisi black driver rode off to the last stop, he looked back and saw me with a surprised look.
He said, "You're the only one left?!"
I was like..."yeah. sorry."
Driver: Can I just say something without offending you?
Me: Sure......
Driver: I think you're the cutest girl I've ever seen!
Me:...uh...thanks!
Driver: Oh no seriously! So are you Vietnamese or something?
Me: No...I'm Japanese.
Driver: Oh! so you're here for school?
Me: *nod*
Driver: awesome, what year are you in?
Me: Oh, i'm a senior (I lie a lil bit everytime i talk to the stranger haha)
Driver: oh, so what are you going to do after you graduate?
Me: Oh, I dont know, I'd like to work a bit, but who knows hahahaa.
Driver: Oh, I have faith in you.
Me: Oh thanks!
Driver: And tell your parents that they did a great job making you. (EWW!)
As I was getting off the bus, he goes, "Oh! And take this!" and hands me a paper towel with some kind of writing in it.
I didn't read it till later that night when I was telling AJ this story. I opened the napking and it said,
"Can I take you out for lunch sometime? 206-blah-blah blah blah. -Calvin"
Gross!.....................................Story of my life....T.T
And another one.
I told Elaine this, but this grandma also rides in the bus I ride...the bus 3.
She came in last week with this blue plastic rosary dangling from her hand. I thought, "oh no, she's going to break it!" and 5 seconds later, it got caught in one of the handles and it broke...I felt like i cursed her. I also felt really really bad cuz when she sat on the bus and took a closer look at the broken rosary, she was trying to tie the rosary back together slowly with her old hands...but couldn't! In my head I was like, "Don't tie it! you're missing at least one bead! You're going to be one less short of prayers even if you fix it!"
Aaaah! I cried for her in my heart....:(
She came in last week with this blue plastic rosary dangling from her hand. I thought, "oh no, she's going to break it!" and 5 seconds later, it got caught in one of the handles and it broke...I felt like i cursed her. I also felt really really bad cuz when she sat on the bus and took a closer look at the broken rosary, she was trying to tie the rosary back together slowly with her old hands...but couldn't! In my head I was like, "Don't tie it! you're missing at least one bead! You're going to be one less short of prayers even if you fix it!"
Aaaah! I cried for her in my heart....:(
Let the bus stories begin...
So, I commute everyday between UW and SU area so many times, that I always have some bus stories to tell. SO! I decided to blog about them!
To start off, I'll describe this one middle aged, fat, old guy who always rides on bus 72 that I ride to SU. This man is....kind of disgusting. Everytime I see him, he wears a washed out blue sweater with light grandma jeans and carrying this filthy, blue backpack dangling from his arms. I first noticed him b/c he sits on the edge of one of the elevated, vertical seats and was eating some kind of pastry from a plastic bag. He was just making a mess...crumbles on his chest, his hands were oily from it, and just...disgusting. I thanked god that I wasn't sitting next to him and got off the bus with relief that I didn't get any waft of smelly armpits or anything.
Two days later, as I struggled to find a seat, one of the vertical seats was miraculously open. I felt lucky that I didn't have to stand till my bus stop and I quickly grabbed that seat. But the next bus stop comes, and that disgusting middle aged man comes, looks around for a seat, and points at the person next to me (she was sitting at the edge of the seat) and mumbles two words : "I sit." I think we were all just stunned by his act...the girl sitting beside me jumped off from the seat, and next thing I know, he was sitting beside me. While the bus was on the freeway, there were couple of times when I regretted taking the seat, as the guy was squishing me with his filthy pants and eating some bread.
Today, I saw him from far away again as he came ont o the bus, and pointed at a guy sitting at his "seat" and successfully grabbing his favorite spot. He was eating a shin cup bowl today...I felt sorry for the girl sitting beside him.
To start off, I'll describe this one middle aged, fat, old guy who always rides on bus 72 that I ride to SU. This man is....kind of disgusting. Everytime I see him, he wears a washed out blue sweater with light grandma jeans and carrying this filthy, blue backpack dangling from his arms. I first noticed him b/c he sits on the edge of one of the elevated, vertical seats and was eating some kind of pastry from a plastic bag. He was just making a mess...crumbles on his chest, his hands were oily from it, and just...disgusting. I thanked god that I wasn't sitting next to him and got off the bus with relief that I didn't get any waft of smelly armpits or anything.
Two days later, as I struggled to find a seat, one of the vertical seats was miraculously open. I felt lucky that I didn't have to stand till my bus stop and I quickly grabbed that seat. But the next bus stop comes, and that disgusting middle aged man comes, looks around for a seat, and points at the person next to me (she was sitting at the edge of the seat) and mumbles two words : "I sit." I think we were all just stunned by his act...the girl sitting beside me jumped off from the seat, and next thing I know, he was sitting beside me. While the bus was on the freeway, there were couple of times when I regretted taking the seat, as the guy was squishing me with his filthy pants and eating some bread.
Today, I saw him from far away again as he came ont o the bus, and pointed at a guy sitting at his "seat" and successfully grabbing his favorite spot. He was eating a shin cup bowl today...I felt sorry for the girl sitting beside him.
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