Goosed
It was St. Patrick’s Day, 2007, I was riding the 63 from Grand and Fairview down to the 7th street bars. We pulled over to pick up some passengers and this homeless man was obviously drunk as he struggled to even make it to the bus door. Sitting in front of me was this very proper older lady who was knitting. The drunk man got on the bus and sat in front of this woman even though the bus was practically empty. He began talking (to no one in particular), but then began talking to this woman.
He told her “Happy St. Patrick’s Day” and she said, same to you. However, the conversation quickly took a turn when he asked her if she was going to get drunk today. The woman tried to pretend not to hear him, but he asked again. She politely said, “I don’t drink” and left it at that. He then asked if she was going to get high. She said sternly, “NO, I’m not going to get high.” The drunk man then said he was going over to the east side to teach those people how to drink and then he was going to get high and stay high and he wanted this woman to come with and watch.
The woman was obviously disturbed and got off the bus at the next stop. As she was exiting, the drunk man grabbed her butt, but I don’t think anyone saw but me. It was quite disturbing, but I have to admit, it made me laugh a little.
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