Crazy bus people

Now that I’m riding the bus more, I’m encountering more crazy people, up close and personal.

Yesterday morning, we stopped for a wheelchair.  Now when I hear “wheelchair,” I imagine someone sitting, unable to walk, not someone using the chair as a means to carry their stuff.  But this old woman got on, pushing her chair full of whatever stuff she had, barking at a poor woman to move her bag (which was already pretty much out of the way) and another woman to change seats so that she could be near said wheelchair.  Then she proceeded to talk the ear off a young black guy who looked at her like she was nuts.

“Now it’s the Chinese people who hate us!” was the only thing I heard her say.

On the bus ride home, I sat across from yet another older woman.  No wheelchair, just a crazy-long bright purple manicure, with which she ate a donut.  At her stop, someone’s bag got stuck in the stairs.  Obviously the woman was having trouble loosening her bag, to the point that another young woman helped her.  Still the old lady yelled, “Let me off!  Can’t you see I’m trying to get off?”

Can’t you see the whole world doesn’t revolve around you?

I’m sure I’ll encounter a lot more crazy bus people in the days to come.

1 comment

  1. Ohhh I love crazy bus people stories. I haven’t encountered any “crazy” people on the train, but am seeing more and more men who are into nailpolish and women’s shoes. Yeah. I really need to learn how to take stealth cell phone photos.