bustripping

There are plenty of people on the bus. The bus is stopped. We are waiting at the bus. Bizarre. The bus is stuck in traffick. Here we go. The voyage begins. There is a dull repeating sound from the engine. Traffic is soooooooooooooo slow. Good time for an interview. There is a couple on my right finally the bus is moving. I see a girl with black hair. She is sitting on the bus. There is a blonde in front of her. They seem bored. To my left is a painter. I call this guy a painter because there are spackles of paint on his pants. The bus is moving now we are making progress. No longer is the bus stuck in traffic. A girl leaves the bus. This is a long bus route. My earphones cancel out the banalities of everyday conversation. I want to interview someone. A lot of people are geting on the bus. This bus is full of babes. Sweet deal. Ahead we have a baby carriage and two girls chatting away. An old man gets on the bus. The couple who are to my right are holding hands. It is cute. I wonder how they met. A woman is reading a book to my left. I cannot quite make out the title of the book or the author. It strikes me that on the bus is a good place to read. People depart the bus. A girl gets on. A girl with brown hair gets on the bus. I wonder where all these people go. There is no time for an interview here. Bus interviews are best when the bus is isolated.
An asian couple stands on the bus. She wears a red jacket, he carries a black knapsack. The couple from earlier is still here. When will this couple get off the bus. That is my question. This bus is noisy. A piece of garbage rests on the ground. The automated voice informs me we are at Huron and Adelaide.
I enjoy sharing with the passengers of the bus a tiny microcosym of life. From some where a one sided conversation is shouted out. Two asian girls chat loudly to my right and a black girl is reading "don't sweat the small stuff" at the back of the bus. A cute blonde leaves the bus. A black woman wearing a very interesting design gets on... it is red with black stripes sort of. You cannot quite call it a dress or shawl.... there is really no term for what this woman is wearing it is an article of clothing unlike most others.... the bus is slowly becoming less crowded, people are leaving the bus. An excitable blonde is having a very loud conversation on her cell phone... it seems like poor bus etiquette. Mostly people are silent.
A man in a wheelchair just got on the bus. He did so speedily and efficently, with due respect for others time. He obviously did not want to slow anyone down and regrets that pains are usually taken to keep things at his speed, so to speak. Having been without the use of my legs for a year I understand where he is coming from (back when I was hit by a truck). It is dark outside. Night time. This bus ride has exposed myself to an interesting cross section of humanity. An asian departs the bus. I have a vague general feeling of where I am but could not say specifically. I did bring my camcorder. Apparently I am at Kipps Lane. Hopefully this bus brings me back down town. I love my hobby, bus blogging.
There are only a few people left on the bus now. Well more than a few, it is not really a deserted bus. There is a girl with brown hair who seems attractive but might be fat. Her face does not look fat. She has a black coat and a grey sweater and her purse is beige with brown handles. Her hair does this silly stand on end thing that is quite amusing. Another painter boarded the bus... he is currrently busy tying his shoes. I suppose he is more re-tying than tying. There is a hole in the knee of his jeans, and it seems to speak of a decent character about the guy. An old lady gets off. She is wearing a greenish jacket, not entirely unlike mine.
The girl with the chestnut hair is still on the bus, hiding from my view, just sitting there purposelessly. I would like to interview her but feel this is not the time or the place... it just deos not feel right. She turned around and looked at me and then rapidly looked away. Just stealing a glance. Very funny actually. I wonder how long she will stay on the bus. She is getting off now. I do not get a great look at her, as she keeps herself mostly hidden.
I can count only four people in my sight at the moment. There is the wheel chair guy, the second painter, a mousy looking brunette an a strange south american looking fellow. Two young girls get on the bus... a blonde and a brunette... both fairly attractive. They are not together. The blonde is very young, probably in high school. The brunette is older... seems strung out. The blonde looks trouble... anxious. Something is bothering her.
Everyone seems to be minding their own business for the most part, which I guess is how busses roll. The bus driver just stopped the bus and came over and checked my bus pass... I guess it had been bothering him. A girl of around my age gets on the bus. The wheel chair guy is getting off and the bus driver is helping him do so. They both know what they are doing and it comes across seamlessly. In my vision there are only girls and all of them are looking away from me, except for the young high school blonde who is staring straight forward. She just pulled the cord and is getting off the bus. I just asked a guy if he wanted to be interviewed and he declined. He wears glasses and looks a little over weight. He is wearing brown shoes and cargo pants and a blue jacket. The girl who is closest to me is also wearing a blue jacket. All I can see of this girl is her hair and her clothes. That is actually all I can see of most of the girls on the bus. In my field of sight I have a blonde, with a red jacket, a brunette with a black jacket and a furred collar and a brunnettte with a blue jacket with a shabby collar. All I can see of these girls are there clothes and their hair. To my right there are a bunch of dudes, and to my left there are a bunch of chicks. The guy who declined my offer of an interview is stting staring straight ahead... probably thinking about something. What a long bus ride this is! I wish he had said yes. An older lady and a young child leave the bus... perhaps a mother daughter duo. I am back downtown and wish to return to my apartment. Another successful bus tripping attack. Sadly I did not acheive any propagandizing.... I will have to work on that. I brought my camcorder and everything. I did however get some writing done, which is good I think.