Car issues put me on bus

Car had been running OK since I put in the sealer a few weeks ago. Yesterday the temperature gauge spiked and it no longer wanted to hold water. Kind of looked like a hose might have come undone or something. . . who knows? Blew off dancing last night cause I didn't want to further complicate matters and took the bus today to the market.



Taking the bus always feels like a field trip to the center of contemporary humanity. I keep my eyes and ears open to the sights and sounds that present themselves to my immediate vicinity. People get on and off the bus of reality. A guy with slicked back hair catches me trying to read the tattoo on his arm. He looks the other way for an extended period of time giving me a moment to try and figure out how the letters up and down his arm, in fancy script, spelling P R I D E tie into the picture of a girl wearing nothing more than a cowboy hat and chaps with her ass hanging out. The whole thing is framed in flames and she is standing in front of of a building with a sign overhead that says Saloon. To each his own.

I look to my right and notice a well tanned woman with goose bumps on her arm. I like them better than the guys tattoo. Two hispanic men sit on either side of the aisle near me and carry on in Spanish, "mire el tatuaje mudo enfrente del polluelo con el bumbs de ganso" he says. No idea what he's saying but he looks at me as though I should.

A woman in a traditional English plaid skirt suit sits down near me and smiles. I smile back and look over her shoulder towards the back of a bus. There is an interracial couple talking calmly but obviously pissed about something. I get to Pine and 1st and wait for those getting off at the stop to exit before pulling my hand truck with my street performing stuff towards the front of the bus to get off. I thank the driver for an entertaining experience, he snarls at me as I get off and the doors close behind me.