Today a drunk, homeless man sat in the seat behind an old man. He repeatedly leaned over to him and muttered, “How old are you? You 80? You 80 yet? How old are you?” to which he got no reply. I was watching him a second too long because we made eye contact. His eyes narrowed and he glared at me and repeated, “You’re no help…you’re no fucking help…” until he exited the bus at the next stop.
Yesterday on the #2 Southbound:
A 70-year-old woman was forced to stand on a crowded bus while another woman sat in the aisle seat and blocked an available seat. Luckily, fellow rider Elise captured the offender on camera. In Elise’s opinion, the woman was “old enough to know better.”
Keep an eye out for this offender on the #2:
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>Last night I was standing at Third and Pine waiting for the bus when I turned and saw a man standing next to me waiting to cross the street. He was standing completely erect and tall when out of nowhere, big chunks of puke fell out of his mouth and down to the concrete. “Oh God!” I heard myself say as he stumbled down the street and into the night.
>This blog has really gotten people to open up to me about their own bus experiences, but so far the most disturbing story came from my friend John Scharnberg, who last night informed me of the reason he will never ride the bus again. Apparently, he would ride the bus to school when he was 8 years old. The same woman (who he described as “special, in the retarded way”) would ride the bus with him every day, and each day she would tell him how good he looked. Until one day, she got off the bus at the same stop as him, put her tongue in his mouth and “wiggled it around”. There was more to the story, but at this point I was totally grossed out and walked away. Also, he was taking a really long time to tell it.
>Another update from my friend Lindsey: the men on her morning bus route that make her stand at 8 months pregnant did not offer their seats to a blind man on the bus yesterday. This is an outrage! I don’t know what’s happening on that #15, but I think it’s time for some sort of Citizen’s Patrol. I will go under, deep under cover and crack this thing wide open, hopefully backed by a group I want to start called the SMCW (Seattle Metro Citizen’s Watch). They will wear intimidating outfits and keep peace and order on the bus.
But honestly, I probably won’t get around to that anytime
soon, so please be courteous to handicapped people, pregnant women and of course the sometimes acrimonious, but always seat-worthy elderly.
Also, if you think you are fooling anyone by pretending you are deeply enthralled in what you are doing on your cell phone and don’t notice these people needing seats, think again. I hope next time you don’t move for a blind man he knocks your phone out of your hands with his cane and breaks it.
6/19/06 4:50 p.m. #358:
Upon reaching the stop, passenger was paying fare. I said, “Thanks, have a good one.” Passenger became very angry, yelling, “What the fuck are you telling me to ‘have a good one’ for? You don’t even know me, motherfucker!” I turned away and ignored abuse to avoid escalating the situation. Passenger said, “I’ll kick your ass if you say shit to me” as he exited the bus.
2/7/07 1:40 p.m. #48:
Pulled into zone at 15 & 85 NW. A man put the bike rack down, climbed on, held on to windshield wiper, screaming, “Let’s go bitch.” Then he tried to crawl through driver window, grabbing my arm. He then got back on bike rack insisting on riding there. I called for help.
10/7/06 4:47 p.m. #140:
2/18/07 11:28 a.m. #120:
One male got on and put a quarter in the fare box. I told him it was $1.25….At that point he took his quart bottle of punch and poured it into coin portion of fare box.