The round red imprint
Today (4/20) on the bus, a guy got on and refused to pay the fare. He must be a local bum/derelict/loafer/drunk known for doing this repeatedly, because the bus driver recognized him right away and said, “You don’t pay — you don’t get on. If you’re not paying, you cannot ride.” The bum/loafer/etc completely ignored him, and marched to the very back of the bus, and plunked down in the very back seat.
It was while he was defiantly marching down the aisle that I — and the rest of the bus inhabitants — noticed that the waistband of his baggy plaid shorts was pulled alllll the way down to his thighs in back, and he was wearing no underwear. His ass — his completely bare, pink ass — was right out there, for the whole world to see. And that bare ass sat down on the bus seat and refused to move…until the busdriver got up, followed bum/drunk/ass-displayer guy all the way back, and physically removed him from the bus.
As he exited muttering via the back door, I couldn’t help but take one more look at the parting view…the round red imprint of the seat…some evidence that perhaps this fellow doesn’t have the best hygiene…how could he just be walking AROUND like this? How could he not have a deep, deep, primal, unignorable instinct to yank his shorts UPward?
The kid with the Walkman and huge sneakers across the aisle from me shook his head and said to no one in particular, “Man, I know it’s 4/20, but if I party so hard I can’t FEEL my own ASS anymore, I know I be in trouble.”
Yyyyep.
May 3rd, 2007 at 7:57 pm
4/20 is always a strange day! You never know what to expect.
Sep 1st, 2008 at 3:31 pm
Sure you know what to expect…all the pot heads to smoke up…