Who are these people? –These sudden newbies that seem to proliferate the bus rows like some invading force of an extra’s minions. Like interlopers they displace the regulars from their locales of the typical, forcing them out into some new direction. One of these new-fangled riders on this even and cool before-dawn is one I would call “Nellie” (named after an assembly worker I know from Mulberry, FL that talked in such an accent that I was verily hard-pressed to adequately distinguish what she was attempting to convey), if I knew she was going to become on of us. She has a round pair of glasses perched on an old nose, which diffuse the low amount of available white light over a pair of naturally frowning eyes that darts around as if in new alien world that must be studied with suspicion and general wariness. Her brown-black longish hair is pulled back into a ponytail showing signs of streaking and scraggly grays which rapidly oscillates back and forth as evident from her ever-persistent watchfulness. “Nellie” is the one that has usurped G’s Estranged Brunette Burning Love’s row, who now unhappily is on the opposing and diagonal side.
Then just to the row in front of “Nellie’” would be a rather plaintive specimen, blending into the bucket seats, but definitely not her haunches, which are even now disallowing Hot Glued Hay for Hair Lady from adequate restfulness. Her rump is definitely large enough not only to take up her entire window seat, but a substantial portion of the one adjacent. However, a regular does sit there as it turns out, albeit and necessarily a petit one that must teeter on the delirious edge between the presently prostrate and the splayed within the gangway. She will definitely need to secure her little body to the best of her ability for the ride down since the suspension in these old buses are much to be desired or welcomed, and have been known to jar those inattentive passengers loose from the roosts.
Yes, the entire innards have been placed into a disarray at this sudden flux, this unwelcomed circumstance for some, and a smug comeuppance for these nefarious intruders.
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1 comments:
I'm thinking that the turnover comes from regular riders who have just gotten sick of taking the bus.
From your description, though, this lady doesn't sound like a newbie. More like an oldbie.
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