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Life is only what you wonder.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

It's The Law!

While riding the city transit bus yesterday, the heavyset woman sitting next to me was eating a corned beef sandwich (on rye, with mustard). She wasn't dainty or demure about it either, she was shoving it into the hole in her face and chewing noisily, smacking her lips, licking her fingers, a ring of yellow mustard was around her fat lips.

    munch - chew- slurp- smack ! munch - chew- slurp- smack !
At the very back of the bus someone was playing thier portable radio, and three teenage girls (in matching outfits) were singing along and clapping thier hands in time to the music, not making any effort to stifle themselves.
They were giggling, singing along, having a grand old time.
    A few times I been 'round dat track
    So it not gonna happen like dat
    Cuz I ain't no holla back girl!
Near the front of the bus, in one of the seats designated for the handicapped or elderly, was a woman who looked like a bag lady in her ragged clothes, drinking from a bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag. Half the time when she drank she missed her mouth completely and liquid ran from her mouth, down her chin, and onto her blouse, which she wiped absent-mindedly with her hand.

I looked toward the front of the bus and I saw, as plain as day, a sign which read:

    ATTENTION:
    No eating, drinking, smoking
    Or playing radios without earphones
    It's The law!
And I wondered, if I took out a cigarette and lit it up, right then, right there, what would happen.

(I didn't, of course, but I thought about it very, very hard!)