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Just another day on transit

I know that when I started this blog, it was meant to be mostly about work, and some about the funny stuff that just always seems to occur in my vicinity. Lately, it seems to be mostly about my adventures in public transit, and today's post is no exception. I just can't seem to get enough.

I learned something today on the bus. If you are so fucked up that you fall down trying to get on the bus and face plant right onto the nasty-ass sidewalk in front of City Hall East and the bus driver tells you not to even think about getting on the bus and it's all before noon, then you may need to reevaluate you life.

Bless his heart.

But he was nothing compared to the guy at the bus stop last Tuesday.

Last Tuesday morning, I was already pissed off because I was running late and knew that I had missed my regular #2 xtown. When I got to my regular stop in front of the library, there was guy lying in the grass. I immediately thought to myself that it's going to be one of those days. I was minding my own business, listening to my music (NOT on an iPod!) and reading a copy of Southern Voice when I hear the guy get up and say something unintelligible to me. I turned around to see this crazy dude shaking his little willie wonka at me. All I could muster was a sarcastic "You've got to be kidding me." before I turned back around. My lack of emotion tells me that I've become WAAAAAY to accustomed to people not wearing pants.

In better news (that some people care about) it appears that the Local One strike on Broadway is over. Cheers to my brothers and sisters for fighting the good fight!

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Here is a story about the former member of the SS who trained dogs at Buchenwald and Dachau. It's too bad that he was able to leave for Germany and wasn't deported to Israel. I can't believe this monster was living in my backyard..

I don't really have a whole lot of energy to put into the usual madly entertaining post that I usually make, so here's an article from Alternet about the stagehands' strike...

This stuff has got to stop

I know that I wrote a few months back about my car getting broken into and someone possibly sleeping in there. I got lots of responses from friends telling me to lock my car. I'm still not locking my car because I would rather them just rifle through it and not break the window. I keep nothing in there of value, but I do keep the trunk locked.

Now I'm starting to see a pattern. It seems to always happen on Friday nights/early Saturday mornings. This past Saturday I awoke to find my car rifled through again and this time, they stole my damn bicycle! The bicycle that had a lock on it on my patio. That means they were really close to my door and that concerns me. What they didn't know is that the clutch was all jacked up, so they probably had an accident fairly quickly. I hope so. But I'm still looking closely at everyone I see on a bike.

Since these things always seem to occur on Friday nights, I think sometime in the near future, I'm gonna wait up for them. Won't they be surprised.

Lack of blogging and adventures in public transit

I have sort of neglected my blog for the past few months because I was beginning to feel like my underpants were showing out there in teh interwebs. I've really been spending more time writing in my journal and otherwise honing my obviously extraordinary literary skills.

But I have been taking public transit more these days. It's almost impossible to park for free where I work, and I can't afford the 5 to 10 dollars a day it costs to park the shit-mobile. Plus gas is expensive. I mean, REALLY expensive. So the #2 bus it is. The #2 runs east and west down Ponce de Leon Ave. If you know Atlanta, you know what this means. Daily fun and entertainment!

Saturday I had to be at the theatre factory at 2pm, so slogged my sorry ass down to the bus stop in front of the public library. As we all know, public libraries are great places for the non-domiciled to hang out, what with the free internet access and climate control. Hey! I'm all for it! But please don't throw trash (ie: beer bottles, crack pipes, used tampons) around the sidewalk and bus stop there. A girl's gotta draw a line somewhere.

Good 'ole #2 showed up right on time, as always. I swiped my pass, grabbed a seat (I had my pick since it was a Saturday afternoon and not rush hour), and put my earbuds in to listen to some Steely Dan or Jupiter Coyote or Edwin McCain or some other vile music that I'd never admit to listening to. I immediately noticed the din of a crazed ghetto queen SCREAMING (with a capital S) hysterically into her cell phone. She was apparently talking to someone named "Daddy", and judging by her age, I don't think the man was biologically related to her. Something about not meeting her at her bus stop, but she DID have his money, no, she did love him...blah blah blah...all the usual crack whore stuff. Now, no one would have cared who she was talking to, had the population of Chicago not been able to hear her, but she was just incredibly loud. And was making everyone very uncomfortable. So the guy in the seat next to her asked her to "take it down a notch". Just damn. This was obviously the wrong thing to do. She slammed shut her phone, put her finger up in his face (after making some sort of swirly move with it) and exclaimed "Yo ass don't need to be all up in my conversation." To which this gentleman replied with "tha whole damn bus up in yo conversation".

At this point, bad weave started flying everywhere.

I will spare the details of the rest of the argument for the sake of brevity, but know that some truce was apparently reached, because, next thing we know, he had propositioned her.

Turns out she was a ho.

And was very angry that all he had was fifteen dollars and probably didn't have a car "since he was riding the MARTA and shit.."

Can't folks EVER act right?

Moving on to News that (some) People Care About:

It looks like the stagehands union on Broadway staged a walkout on Saturday morning, effectively shutting down most of the Great White Way. Good for you, guys! I think we're all tired of being told that we're unskilled labor, our jobs should be part time, and "any warm body will do". Fight the good fight and know that those of us down here in the Durty South support you.

Peace, love, and hair grease.