Public Transportation and its Wonders...Introducing "Transit Weekly"

Not having a car does piss me off, make my life harder, suck (and did I say pisses me off?); but it does allow me to come in contact with the finest people of my city! And I've been riding the bus for years and am still dumbfounded by almost everything I witness! From the blind man who I swear could see to creepy Santas who later end up on the news, I've got stories for days. But six years is a long time worth of info, so I'll stick to a few things I can actually remember from recently.

"The Blind Man Sees":
One morning on rail transit to the city, an apparently blind man stepped up on the train. He's holding, but not using, his cane; trying to find a seat. And all of a sudden he points at a lady and says, you have a lot of junk. Mind you, he was not close enough to her to touch and feel the stuff. What she was carrying made no sound, at least not to the untrained ear. However, she was a bit on the big side. So if he could sense that, that says volumes! But I digress.

"Baby-Snatcher Santa":
A different day, earlier than the blind guy, I was on a lunch break and walking through the main transit center downtown when I ran into a Santa Clause passing out candy canes. His pants was to short, his beard was a mess, and he was just plain creepy! When he gave me a candy cane, he whispered: "You wanna know the secret? Only people who wave get one."
Two nights later, I'm on one of the local news' websites and who do I see? Santa Creeping Clause! Mugshot! Apparently he was in a suburb earlier that day and had jumped out of a bush to offer a little girl some candy. When she ran off screaming, he jumped on a bus.

Other things that happened this week:

• Not only did one driver almost pull off two minutes early without me (and I had to nearly chase him down); he also bypassed my stop by two blocks!
• A bus was supposed to leave at 7:25 a.m. and the driver was nowhere to be found. At 7:26, here comes the driver and she's slowly taking a leisurely stroll to the bus from Starbucks.
• A guy at a bus stop was trying to "spit game" about lobster dinners, and such. (You're at a bus stop. You have no car. HOW MUCH OF A BALLER CAN YOU POSSIBLY BE?!)
• The guy on the trolley gave me the evil-eye every single time I stepped on. (Probably because he saw me pick up a complaint card that was no way going to be about him.)
• And this doesn't really have anything to do with public transit, but while walking from one bus stop to another, a pigeon tried to step on my foot!
  
• A guy got on the bus with three cases of beer.
  
• And to top it all off, as I was struggling with to get my stroller down from the bus, this (for lack of a better term) bitch-nigga stood right in the doorway and watched me struggle. And then when he saw the guy with the beer, he had the nerve to say, "You need any help with that?"
  

All this happened in a week! One week! So just imagine what I've seen and dealt with in 6 years. All the psychedelic freaks in headbands and gaudy rings; the pimp cane-carrying weirdos; the people who like to sit down next to me when there are plenty of open seats. These are the people who keep me company and the things that keep me engaged every day. They also give me plenty of stuff to put into my "Transit Weekly" report!