Bus Tales

The Broadway bus, or #36, is full of crazy people. Each day I ride the bus to the gym, I'm entertained my a myriad of passengers. Yesterday, there were two exceptionally crazy people headed North.

The first was an elderly man who was so drunk he could barely stand up. He got on the bus, dropped his pass (along with everything else he had in his wallet), then staggered down the aisle to a middle seat. Of course, everybody else around him departed for the back of the bus where the second crazy was seated. This little Asian woman was talking to herself, pointing fingers. She was dressed somewhat decent so I'm not sure if she forgot to take her anti-crazy pill or she was, indeed, a bit off her rocker.