This morning a short ancient gnarly what you would call spindly--oh hell, just say it: a Popeye kind of guy--got on the bus, counted out his change, said "63 cents okay?". The bus driver says, Put in sixty, it don't take pennies. Apparently the fare for senior citizens is now 65 cents, up from what the lady from Ghana was allegedly paying. He made kind of a big deal about putting his bag on the seat on the left side of the aisle, then standing and swaying in front of it without holding on to anything, then picking it up and depositing it on the seat to the right of the aisle, more swaying and sailing, then down he goes.
Two stops later, a middle-aged gentleman, somewhat portly, gets on and sits across the aisle from Popeye. Popeye starts in. Do you believe in the goodness of god? he asks Portly. Have you thought about it? Portly says sure. I mean if you do, he continues, then you would see that all we need to do is to eat fruit, vegetables, and nuts to truly appreciate his gifts. If you do that, you will be healthy and wealthy and wise. For the love of God, I think, who wants to be preached at on the way to work on public transportation?
As he winds up and delivers, I remember this guy. There was once a sweet Latino mama with her chubby baby who got on that bus, dragging the stroller and hefting the baby bag. And Popeye lectured that poor girl, who maybe didn't even understand English, very loudly and obnoxiously that she was damaging her baby's health, she needed to feed that baby god's gifts, fruit, vegetables, nuts. I am boiling angry at this wacko for that poor mom, everyone loves to beat up on mothers of young babies and kids. But I don't say anything.
This will be a recurring theme in this blog, that I don't say anything.
Two stops later, a middle-aged gentleman, somewhat portly, gets on and sits across the aisle from Popeye. Popeye starts in. Do you believe in the goodness of god? he asks Portly. Have you thought about it? Portly says sure. I mean if you do, he continues, then you would see that all we need to do is to eat fruit, vegetables, and nuts to truly appreciate his gifts. If you do that, you will be healthy and wealthy and wise. For the love of God, I think, who wants to be preached at on the way to work on public transportation?
As he winds up and delivers, I remember this guy. There was once a sweet Latino mama with her chubby baby who got on that bus, dragging the stroller and hefting the baby bag. And Popeye lectured that poor girl, who maybe didn't even understand English, very loudly and obnoxiously that she was damaging her baby's health, she needed to feed that baby god's gifts, fruit, vegetables, nuts. I am boiling angry at this wacko for that poor mom, everyone loves to beat up on mothers of young babies and kids. But I don't say anything.
This will be a recurring theme in this blog, that I don't say anything.
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