I've been thinking about this for the past few days and decided for sure today after riding the bus home from the Milwaukee Public Library which is absolutely fabulous! I got my library card (which is actually quite a process) but nonetheless I now have more books awaiting me thus, ironically, less productivity. I just want to live in a library sometimes but sometimes I also want to be a bus driver.
SO, after I left the library I was riding the bus and decided to go ipod-less for once. I'm very glad I did because it is so nice hearing other people's conversation sometimes. The bus is the best place for this type of thing. The other day I heard two guys talking about philosophy, music and life. It was quite a lovely conversation to eavesdrop upon, but it was no where near as entertaining as the short convo I heard this evening.
Two guys got on the bus and the first guy who had a mini fro complained to the bus driver
"The barber took too much off! It's nearly all gone!"
(He still had quite a bit of hair on his head, however.)
The guy behind him, who was maybe in his late forties early fifties, had long shaggy hair and said,
"I'm not cutting my hair till the war ends. It's going to be as long as Jesus Christ's."
The bus driver was chatting back and forth with these two men the whole time. I sadly couldn't hear his voice though because it was so deep that it was inaudible to my ears.
The man with the long hair continued his proclamation with, "I'm a writer."
There's so many people's lives on this world I want to know more about! Sometimes I marvel in the idea that I might not even know that much about the lives of people I see every day, my parents and sometimes even close friends. It's sad, but there really is never enough time to intimately get to know the extreme multitude of people I'd like to get to know.
People are just so interesting.
haha! "I'm not cutting my hair til the war ends." what is this? the vietnamese war?? obviously the age of hippies isn't dead.
ReplyDeleteI love public transportation for this reason, it puts you in such close proximity to strangers. That time I texted you when I got lost riding the city bus in the boondocks of Grand Forks, there was a lady on the bus with a bible in her lap and piles of paper on top of it. She was frantically writing... words? i think, all over the papers. The sentences were literally crammed next to each other and would bend and turn to accomidate prior lines.
It was scary in a way cause she wrote with the fervor of someone possessed, but it was intruiguing too, that words could flow through her so rapidly.
So bravo! you drive those city buses!