Smoking shoes

So I'm sitting at 47th and the Dan Ryan waiting on the bus. I see this chick and I'm looking at her like "she's awfully barrel chested.". I see a dude walk up with a bullet proof vest on and then I realize that she has a vest, too. Ok, they are cops that ride the trains looking for ne'er do wells. They walk up to this lady that was smoking a cigarette while she waited for her bus. They pulled her to the side and issued her a ticket for smoking on CTA property. A guy tried to badmouth the cops to me looking for solidarity. I immediately endorsed the cops and the ticket. He walked away. Personally, I can't stand people that smoke at bus stops. They always disregard the rights of others to get their fix. Fuck 'em!

Anyway, I board the bus and we are on our way. This guy notices this older guy's shoes. (He had on brown shoes with beige spats!) The guy was so impressed with the older guy's shoes that he offered to buy them off his feet! Of course the older guy refused the offer. I don't know about you guys but I was a teenager during the 80s and that is what you would hear just before you got your head busted and you had to walk home barefoot.

Agent 47, route 79

So I'm riding the bus and everything is going just fine. The sun is shining and it's a beautiful day. Suddenly I hear this girl in the back. She is on her phone and, from the sound of the conversation, she is talking to an ex boyfriend. She is quite livid and it seems as if she is over the relationship and has been for a while now. I will attempt to replicate the conversation but I wasn't listening that hard.

Girl: "Why are you calling me?"

Dude: Lame excuse given in an attempt to see if he can still get some sex.


Girl: "What's that got to do with me? We are not together anymore so why should I care?"

Dude: Continued lameness. Proclamation of virility along with expression of attributes through testosterone fueled bravado.

Girl: "Well you are just like all the rest of them lame niggas. You got dreads and tats and you walk around looking just like all the rest of them lame ass niggas so you ain't about shit and you ain't trying to be shit."

Dude: Third level of lame. Threat of current girl leveled at former girl.

Girl: "Well that is stuff little girls do and I'm a motherfucking lady! Send that little bitch around and see her get fucked up. I don't play with bitches!"

Dude: More threats of violence.

Girl: "Don't get that little girl fucked up. All I gotta do is make a call and her baby becomes an orphan. I don't play. As a matter of fact since that's what you are on don't ever call me again. I'm ignoring your ass when you do call."

I wanted to look back to see the girl but I didn't want to end up on that hit list. I still have shit to do.