the spirit of music moves those on muni

I left work early yesterday, because my head was filled with things I'd rather not mention, my ears were plugged and my cough sounded like something that should come from an emphysema sufferer. Whatever the case I took the muni home as I often do. Usually I expect some sort of annoyance to come from my daily bus ride home. But yesterday, it was pure unedited entertainment!

I boarded the bus and sat towards the front (exercising the rights given to me from Ms. Parks). However not long after I'd managed to get comfortable in my seat some stinky guy decided to sit next to me. His smell was much like a mix of ciggies and cat pee (two of the hardest smells to get out of wall to wall carpet). I decided I could not sit next to this man, so I made my way to the rear of the bus just as the automated woman yelled, "Please leave the front seats for seniors and persons with disabilities." (internal discourse)I wonder what she looks like and if she has any idea who really sits in those front seats? I think I'd like her better if she were a truthful woman, saying, "Please leave the front seats for crackhead and persons carrying pink bags with vegetables."

Ok I'm ranting. So once in the rear I saw a man with a frizzy salt & pepper pony-tail and large headphones bobbing his head like a mad man all while clinging tightly to a dingy boom box. Not long after that I realized I was on the bus with a Southern Baptist/Soul music loving singer-type-person. I caught eyes with him (something one should never do) just as he sang in a whining tone "Aretha said so...so Whitney did it." I had to bit my lip to keep from laughing. Then he continued to make these humming sounds, "mmm hmmm, uhhh huh, mmm hmmm." Finally I looked to my right to see a patent leather clad dancing queen. This guy was decked in a patent leather hat, pants, and jacket. He sported chains streaming from his pants his ears and his nose, black aviator sunglasses, silver rings on every finger and a red AIDS ribbon on the lapel of his jacket. He was the icing on the cake. Dancing as though in a disco he kept saying, "uh huh watch ya-self...get it...c'mon." He was shaking his groove thang and really getting into it. I was convinced he was on "Tina." Whatever the case I was prepared to explode with laughter when I looked to my right (bobbing head), my left (Baptist hummer) and my right again (groove shaker)! I've decided that muni on a rainy day moves people (or the crazies) to get in touch with their inner Martha Graham and I love it!