Sgs-Cruz's Journal: Tales from the Bus vol. 1

This will hopefully be a recurring journal entry series.

So I ride the bus to and from work every day. Lack of willingness / money for a car, and all that.

In the mornings, normally in the back of the number 1 (plains rd.) bus there is a guy that takes the corner seat and sleeps there. That's pretty much the only seat on the #1 that is comfortable enough to sleep in. He wasn't there yesterday, so I thought, sweet, I'll get that seat, and catch up on some Zs on the way to work...

Of course, at the next stop (Zellers) a mentally challenged dude gets on and instead of sitting at the front where they normally do, comes back and sits beside me. Asks me for cigarettes, then when I decline, holds one arm in the air for like 20 minutes. How did he do that? With the other arm, he pulled out a daytimer (which was surprisingly packed), put it on his lap, and started tearing pages out, crumpling them up, and throwing them forward in the bus. Fabulous. I slept a little bit but it was too distracting for me to get much serious slumber done.

I love Burlington Transit.