I was on my way to work early one morning on the Black Mountain community bus. It's much shorter than a regular bus as I have explained in previous blogs, so passengers are not allowed standing anywhere in the aisle. For the first time ever, the bus was really full that morning. We went to the top of the mountain and throughout the neighborhood, picking up person after person. Soon enough, each of us were buckled in side-by-side on the tiny, plastic leather seats. They were those gross seats too, the brown leather that gets all worn and cracked over time... permanent marker scribbled all over the back and covered with billions of germs probably. Anyways, it was quite the experience that particular ride. My driver was kind of a young punk who had tons of tattoos, big square sunglasses and blaring loud music on the radio. As one of the last passengers boarded, he took a seat next to a teenage girl who looked like she just came from a Volleyball Tourney. She was wearing sweatpants, a t-shirt and had her hair pulled back... nothing seemed to be out of place about her. When the man sat down next to her, she asked him if she could switch him seats so she could have the aisle. I thought that was weird since she was sitting next to the window original anyways, so it caught my attention. As we kept driving along the highway, our bus was now completely full. There were tons of people in silence, ignoring each other, staying in their own personal zones and pretending their neighbor doesn't exist sitting there next to them, with their legs pushed up next to each other. It was a really awkward experience. Everybody looked like a robot, looking ahead and out the front windshield while Marilyn Manson drove our bus down the slippery mountain slope. All of a sudden, the athletic girl sitting towards the middle of the bus in front of me, got up and crouched down on the ledge next to the driver. I had my earphones in and blasting Jack Johnson tunes, so I couldn't hear what was going on. Naturally I assumed she was asking for directions as most people do when they take a bus they're unfamiliar with. I started to look out the window when all of a sudden our bus came to a sudden stop on the side of the highway. The girl got out of the bus holding the white bucket that sits next to the fare-collector where you put your bus-transfer tickets when you're done using them. She placed it on the complete opposite side of the sidewalk away from us on the bus, turned around and got back on board. I looked curiously in that direction to understand what she was doing, when I noticed that she had vomited excessively in there. Surprised, I looked around at everyone on the bus to see if they were just as shocked as I was that this girl had flat out barfed in the bus transfer bucket. No one seemed fazed by this occurrence at all - I was really dumbfounded. She sat back down next to the man she switched seats with, and calmly began to text message again. I felt like I dreamed that whole thing, but everyone seemed simply unaffected by this. I guess in the end we all get sick once in a while, but the fact that no one even once looked in her direction really confused me. Then again, I guess no one really wants to watch some kid toss their cookies on the bus....
Another weird thing that happened to me the other day, was that I was sitting casually in a lazy boy armchair in the mall, drinking coffee and reading my book before my shift began at 10 am. I was keeping to myself when all of a sudden, two large shadows swept past my view. When I looked up, surprised to see anyone else wandering the mall so early in the morning before anything was opened, I saw it was two huge gangster looking guys with tattoos completely covering their entire bodies. They were wearing pants below their knees, big white sneakers and of course - they even had the bling to match. They were walking by talking to each other, walking with swagga, when all of a sudden one guy dropped to the ground and muttered "$#!%" under his breath. Since I was sitting nearby, I looked to see what had happened to him. Several bags of cocaine fell out from underneath his shorts. He looked around conspicuously, stuffed them back in, and kept walking. I never saw those guys again. What another awkward, somewhat creepy thing to see. Don't worry, I was smart enough to look away as soon as I realized that it was a different type of snow inside his little plastic baggy...
Back when we first moved in, I had realized that my belt for my pants was broken and I had thrown it out back in Winnipeg. I always feel weird when my pants freely fall down, so I always cringe at the idea of leaving the house without wearing one. Just because I like to complain openly, I walked into my brother's room and grumbled that I didn't have a belt to wear, kind of half-kidding and asking them for one. 2.5 seconds later, Mike pulled out a brand new belt and said, "Oh yeah, this belongs to my step-mom. I accidentally took it once. Guess you can have it." and BOOM. All of a sudden I had a belt. What are the chances? How often does that even happen? Belts don't just grow on trees people. It's not a normal, everyday occurrence to have a couple spare belts around to give away. At least not in my circumstances. For such an odd complaint and request to whine about, my brother somehow managed to get me a belt. It was pretty amazing, I gotta say.
It's always fun to mess around with siblings. In fact, my mishaps with them are usually the ones that make the best stories. We're always beating each other up in the hallways, giving each other wet-willies when we're sleeping on the couch and sometimes even grosser stuff like burping in each others face. Anyways, my brother and Jessica really like to watch House at the end of the night; one time they left a disc in the Xbox, but they had turned it off and went upstairs. I was cleaning up the living room and found the empty case and realized the DVD was still inside the machine. Instead of just putting the empty case away on the shelf, I took out the disc from the player and put it back inside the proper sleeve to go back into its box. I slid House: Season Five back into it's correct spot on the shelf in between seasons four and six. I knew the moment that I had put it so perfectly away, that the next time Mike and Jess went to watch it, they would have NO idea where to find it. "That's ruthless," I evilly cackled to myself. I can be one scary child sometimes. I thought it was a great way to retaliate.
My most recent odd tale, was when I was driving my car to the doctor's office the other day. As I was cruising down the highway, an SUV pulled up next to me with a giant dog sticking it's head out the rear window. I was really taken off-guard when I saw this huge dog in my face all of a sudden, so I wanted to take a picture. As I was pulling up closer to get a better view, I saw what I thought was a woman sitting in the front seat - which turned out to be a very well-trained poodle that sat properly in it's front passenger's seat with it's little seatbelt on. The blonde curly hair really threw me off. I truly believed it was a lady sitting in that seat. You can kind of see the outline of the poodle in one of the pictures below, but I didn't have time to snap more than one since I was supposed to have two hands on the wheel! It's a matter of public safety. "My, what big teeth you have!!!" (Get it? Modern day Red Riding Hood...)
Anyhow, those are just a few humorous stories to share with you for today. I hope you all had a really good Christmas holiday and now New Years is coming up which is very exciting. We're going to throw a bit of a party here (not a rager or anything, we do have kids & neighbors, Moms and Dads) so it should be kind of fun. We've finally got a picture-taker in the family (Jessica got a new camera from Mike for Christmas) so I'm uploading some random snaps of our week of Holidays so far. Cheers to all of you, and have a good New Years if I don't write again before then!
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