So I'm riding the bus to go to my meeting with the G.E.T.O DJZ INC and everything is nice and smooth. All of a sudden this guy who appeared to be down on his luck takes off his sweater and and starts beating on the rear exit door like he wanted to get off. The bus driver stops and HE DOES NOT GET OFF! Suddenly he starts pacing back and forth frantically and talking to himself. It's as all of his meds wore off at the same, exact time because he was super calm prior to that. THEN this guy picks a fight with A FAMILY. When I say a family I mean Dad, Mom and Baby. The Dad wants to kick his ass but when dude started speaking greasy to the Mom it seemed as she wanted a piece of him, too. I think the only one that didn't want to fight was the toddler. (Then again the toddler looked like a real shin kicker!) When the bus driver asks if there is a problem and if they all needed to be kick off the bus the guy starts cussing out the driver and the rest of the bus exclaiming that "This isn't my life." and "I have guys in other states ready to move on my command!" Apparently down on their luck guys have either a secret mafia or maybe some sort of union.
Well, I figure it's done and the rest of the ride will be easy after that. Then there is a drunk Black guy apparently practicing some form of Tai Chi on the Orange Line platform. If I didn't know better he might have been a Drunken Master! You can't tell these days but I thought they would drink better wine than the rot-gut he was drinking.
After making it to my destination and having the meeting, DJ Greedy decides to join me on the West Side. Naturally nothing happens when Greedy is around so I begin to suspect that he thinks I make this stuff up. When we split up I get on the shuttle and what do I see? A microwave sitting in the front of the bus like it's going somewhere. I look around to see if there is a human attached but it's just sitting there. I figured it was too much even for one of MY stories so I took a picture (see bus riding microwave picture).
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Bus riding microwave
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