So today I took a 2 hour trip to nowhere because my Dialysis clinic broke down. On the way there I was subjected to the Gospel according to Tupac, or at least one of his wine swilling disciples. It started like this: this guy is trying his hardest to remember the lyrics to "I Ain't Mad At Cha" which lead into him feeling that he had to testify. Now I'm all about freedom of speech as long as it doesn't trample on another person's freedom to not hear that bullshit. If you want to testify in the middle of a field where I can go if I want to hear you that is fine. Doing it on the bus where I can't escape is another thing.
So I'm about to get off the bus and the WIDEST bus driver ever gets on the back and just fucking stands there in the doorway. Why is it that fat people think they can just stand in the middle of something and clog up the walkway? Anyway, I'm already pissed because Fatter-than-me bus lady blocked my escape when I hop on the shuttle and I have to put up with some lady telling all her business using her phone. MAN! I get to the treatment center and they tell me "it's broke" so I have to turn around.
On the trip back I hear the faint sound of one of those tiny ass phone radios (I hate those) and I give this guy the hairy eyeball for playing it. I suddenly realize that it's not the young guy but another guy around MY age. You muddafucka! Oh, well I don't have time because NOW I have to run to catch the next bus and I get mad because I think he didn't hear me yell (I hope he didn't hear me call him a fucker) and he made me run. I was mad, that is, until I saw the guy with NO LEGS in the wheelchair when I got on. (Shamed!) Then when we get to that man's stop and the driver is trying to lower the ramp some mother and her young daughter tries to get on ignoring the warning and the baby almost gets CATAPULTED out of the bus. Man, what a day and it's not even 1pm.
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