Hurdman Station

SHIT!
17 minutes to wait.
Weak November sun trying to warm the morning
Mother Parker's coffee,the temperature just right.
Single honey sesame snaps,a package all to myself.
Not the worst way to start the day.

Crosswalk Concert

Urbanears to the right of me,
Harmonica to the left,
Hear I am, stuck in the music again!

Crosswalk tales

Stuck in the middle of you
ipod to the left of me
ipod to the right
here I am stuck in the middle of you!

Bob Dylan - Stuck In The Middle With You lyrics

I know you meant well

and I appreciated being able to sit on the crowded bus, truly I did, so please forgive me as I offer this suggestion.

Next time offer your seat by saying
" May I offer you my seat?"

I will say, "why thank you, yes."


It could also be possible for me to say "How kind of you to offer but, thank you- I prefer to stand." Or perhaps "How kind of you to offer but, I am getting off at the next stop."

Unfortunately you said to me "Do you need my seat?" And yes, yes I did.

Embarassment

As wide as two seats, there was little gap between he and his wife on the four seat bench. As we had boarded he had been chatting up the bus driver but now had turned to watch the embarking passengers.

A comely young woman got on, tall and lithe, in slim jeans and a long coat, her doe eyes peeked out from behind a niqab. His head turned from her as a couple of colour got on. Her head dress elaborate folds of colourful fabric the same as her elegant dress; he in a grey business suit with an embroidered damask cap upon his head.

Next an impassive Asian man.

"Passports" he said loudly, "Passports."

The Asian man appeared not to understand and made his way towards the back.

Several people jostled through, groceries were stowed and back packs adjusted. People settled here and there. He appraised them all.

The bus began to pull away and abruptly stopped. The driver opened the door and lowered the bus with a w-oo-sh. A tiny lady got on.

"Passport" he crowed.

A younger woman stood up,
" NO!" she announced firmly! and shook her finger at him.
" Aunt-ie! my seat" she said kindly and then glowered down at him.

The tiny lady took the offered seat and as the bus pulled away they began a conversation in a language I couldn't undertand.

Do the Math

Over heard on the bus March 24th~

" I didn't want to tell him when there were people in the store, like I didn't want to tell him and then have to work. He was in the back and I walked up to him and he said-
'You're gonna quit, aren't you?'
so I told him. That was the easiest it's ever been. I didn't have to work with him all pissed and stuff. Seriously that was the easiest!"

"Have you quit lots?"

" Yeah, and usually they get all pissed"

" How long did you work there?"

" Eight months, like eight months!"

"That's pretty long..."

" Yeah it's a long time, like I started the middle of September. That's a long time to work some place"