So I'm riding the bus. Again. I was making a delivery to a store and I stop at a Jimmy Johns. These guys make really fast sandwiches and I figured I had time before the bus arrived. I get on the bus and the bus driver felt the urge to tell me that I can't eat on the bus. Now I usually don't get upset about drivers doing their jobs but I did feel singled out because I was the only Black guy on the bus (the driver was Black, too). I responded "I know" but I wish that I had something really intelligent to say in retrospect. I really became upset when I witnessed this older, White lady snacking on some pretzels and even more upset when I saw the bus drivers pull a pop ("soda" for you East coasters and "Cold Drink" for you Southerners) out of the little bag where you discard old fare cards. How is she going to tell me I can't eat and everybody and their Mother is snacking up a storm on this Motherstanker? (Yes, that is my word and you can't have it!)
Just then a lady gets on the bus with an impossibly large balloon and I forgot all about my sandwich. This balloon was so large....(How large was it?)...that is needed it's own bus pass. I knew none of you would believe me so I took a picture of it.
So, on my way back a security guard gets on with his K-9 partner. My question is: If the dog has a muzzle so he can't bite you, what good is he in stopping someone from doing something? Is the muzzle a quick release thing or is he stuck until the guard can take it off? I figure if he can't bite me then I'm not scared of him. I think he felt my contempt.
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