A Bus Story

After my evening class tonight at Harbour Centre, I caught my bus home. Once I got on, I could not help but notice there was this guy on the bus talk about some person or group of people (I honestly think it’s the latter, given how the bus goes by one block away from the Downtown Eastside; for those not too familiar with Vancouver, read up) and how those who opposed him were “murderers and rapists with mental problems on record, drug users, …”. You know, the whole generalization that the entire Downtown Eastside is full of these kinds of people, which is for the most part true, sadly enough.

Normally I would just ignore people like this (hell, this is probably the first time I’ve seen something like this on a bus), but this guy was a repeater, just spewing the same thing over and over again, from the back of the bus to the front, not to mention that my MP3 player decided to run out of batteries. So I became curious as the what the guy was going on and on about so when he moved up towards the front, I asked a guy sitting nearby just what he was going on about. Turns out this guy does this every so often and has problems.

Eventually, the guy I talked to got irritated since the strange fellow in question was constantly doing this thing while looking up at where the guy was. Honestly though, if I were in his shoes and some guy was going on about people who are murderers, rapists, druggies, and people with psychological problems while looking at me, I would be pissed off about it as well. Naturally, this is where the ranter moved on toward the front of the bus, since this guy was pretty angry with that to say the least.

So the ranter continues his banter at the front of the bus. Eventually, while reading my number theory text in a futile bid to study and understand more on that course, I hear “SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU’RE ANNOYING! LET ME DO MY WORK! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OFF THE FUCKING BUS!”

Of course, the guy just screams back. I didn’t quite catch it because frankly, I just don’t care about crazy people all that much, but… just wow. Thank God someone had the nerve to tell the guy to shut up. Even better was the guy got off the bus at the next stop.

Thank God. I even joined in the small applause as he left because the guy was just that irritating.

Do you have any bus stories like this to share?

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