Fun on the Bus (again)
Nov. 15th, 2006 06:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superbadgirlFirst, let me say I walked to the bus stop without getting a drop on me. I made a pit stop at the Rite Aid, and when I came out the torrential rain had started again. Even huddling under the bus shelter didn't prevent getting wet. Damn the wind anyway.
I got a decent spot on the bus along the back row of seats. All was good until one of my bus-mates hopped on her cell phone.
Where she proceeded to ask her dentist about the scary, big white thing she had on the inside of her mouth. That wasn't bad enough. No, this girl had to talk really, insanely loud to whomever was on the other end, giving details that kind of made my stomach flip over a couple of times. I looked up and saw the woman on one of the side seats trying to hide an amused/disgusted smile. That made me feel better, like I wasn't the only one who thought this girl's bus and phone etiquette was horrendous.
That conversation, blessedly, only lasted a few minutes. Apparently, though, Phone Girl just couldn't refrain from making another call, this one to a friend. She proceeded to highlight last weekend's rousing events, including how she wore a tight white tank top. I mention that because if you can get a mental picture of the person you least want to see in a tight white tank top, you might understand the...inappropriateness of it all. The guy next to her left. I envied him.
She kept talking, elaborating greatly about how she hoped the hickeys would go away before the weekend, because she didn't want Frank (<--her emphasis, actually) to see them. And no, she couldn't take the friend's suggestion of wearing a turtleneck; after all, for the past few weekends with Frank, she'd worn slutty clothing. At this revelation, I think the remaining back-of-the-bussers collectively shuddered. Phone Girl was cheerful as ever, but she suddenly moved to the front of the bus. She could still be heard, mind you, though not quite as bad.
Three minutes later the man who'd sat next to her returned. Apparently he hadn't exited the bus. LOL. We exchanged commentary about Phone Girl, the white patches in her mouth and her hickeys.
A good time was had by all.
As soon as I got into my building, then, I ran into the building fussbudget, who told me he was about to page me. He forced me to go up with him to view whatever the great big issue was. Turned otu there were puddles in the stair well. I don't know why he had to drag me around to look at the puddles instead of just telling me what and where the problem was. No big deal, except the guy goes on and on and ON to the point I just want to break him in half. I put up wet floor signs. That's about all I could do, considering the water was in the stairwells because the freaking window was open. No leak, just a stupid open window.
I can tell my neighbor watches CBS Evening News. I could hear it plainly in the hall as I walked past, and now I hear that annoying reverb coming from her apartment. I think I want to break her in half as well.
I got a decent spot on the bus along the back row of seats. All was good until one of my bus-mates hopped on her cell phone.
Where she proceeded to ask her dentist about the scary, big white thing she had on the inside of her mouth. That wasn't bad enough. No, this girl had to talk really, insanely loud to whomever was on the other end, giving details that kind of made my stomach flip over a couple of times. I looked up and saw the woman on one of the side seats trying to hide an amused/disgusted smile. That made me feel better, like I wasn't the only one who thought this girl's bus and phone etiquette was horrendous.
That conversation, blessedly, only lasted a few minutes. Apparently, though, Phone Girl just couldn't refrain from making another call, this one to a friend. She proceeded to highlight last weekend's rousing events, including how she wore a tight white tank top. I mention that because if you can get a mental picture of the person you least want to see in a tight white tank top, you might understand the...inappropriateness of it all. The guy next to her left. I envied him.
She kept talking, elaborating greatly about how she hoped the hickeys would go away before the weekend, because she didn't want Frank (<--her emphasis, actually) to see them. And no, she couldn't take the friend's suggestion of wearing a turtleneck; after all, for the past few weekends with Frank, she'd worn slutty clothing. At this revelation, I think the remaining back-of-the-bussers collectively shuddered. Phone Girl was cheerful as ever, but she suddenly moved to the front of the bus. She could still be heard, mind you, though not quite as bad.
Three minutes later the man who'd sat next to her returned. Apparently he hadn't exited the bus. LOL. We exchanged commentary about Phone Girl, the white patches in her mouth and her hickeys.
A good time was had by all.
As soon as I got into my building, then, I ran into the building fussbudget, who told me he was about to page me. He forced me to go up with him to view whatever the great big issue was. Turned otu there were puddles in the stair well. I don't know why he had to drag me around to look at the puddles instead of just telling me what and where the problem was. No big deal, except the guy goes on and on and ON to the point I just want to break him in half. I put up wet floor signs. That's about all I could do, considering the water was in the stairwells because the freaking window was open. No leak, just a stupid open window.
I can tell my neighbor watches CBS Evening News. I could hear it plainly in the hall as I walked past, and now I hear that annoying reverb coming from her apartment. I think I want to break her in half as well.
