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Bus Story: Oh Come ON

March 10, 2010

For most of my ride, I’m engrossed in looking stuff up on the British Royal Family, having seen “The Queen” recently.   But I glance up to see the guy in front of me, sitting in a sideways seat, with a shocked look on his face as he looks over my right shoulder at someone sitting behind me.  I quickly switch off Ozomatli playing in my ears, and it doesn’t take long for me to catch up with the Loud Conversation happening in the rear of the ole 54.  A young(ish) woman is announcing to her seatmate that she’s in a 45 day recovery program and has been since January.  She says this again and again.  And again.  But that’s not the part that has her fellow riders sitting with jaws in their laps.  She is also regaling us with how she was busted for pot, but never had any stuff on her and was in no way high at any time.  Ever.  Uh-huh.  I’m sorry, dear, but I don’t think they came up with all sorts of reasons to arrest you and get you into a recovery program just because you are a Joy to be around.  Trust me; I’ve been in a closed space with you for a very short time, and I would not do anything to make that happen again anytime soon.  I’m just sayin’.


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