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Tales from the greyhound
I had wanted to mention this earlier, but I forgot, so now, submitted for the approval of the people on my friends list who still even read anything that I have to say, I present to you, TALES FROM THE GREYHOUND!!! *cue dramatic music*
So, I had the pleasure of sitting in front of two of possibly the most white trash people in the universe. They started talking to eachother, and the conversations were normal enough. Then it started deviating to things like "well, I want to get a tattoo, but my mom said that she would really be mad at me if I did that." Not so stupid, really, until you realize that the guy saying it was 28. They later went on to talk about how pissed their respective parents were when they each got their tongues pierced. Eventually, they started talking about their friends who got completely drunk, and then arrested for some reason or another. The 28 year old guy says "yeah, my buddy got caught stealing a car, and he ended up being in jail for 40 years," his companion, white trash fellow 2, said "damn, I did that and I only got community service." 28 year old then goes on to say "yeah, well, it was only 5 years, but then he ended up breaking parole etc. etc. white trash ramblings." So they start talking about getting drunk and stoned and throwing rocks at people and shooting birds with paintball guns, and somewhere along this string of conversations, it was revealed that white trash number two is 15. That's really... yeah. Every other story they told involved some friend dying because of alcohol poisoning or accidentally getting shot in the face or some stupid crap like that, and it was like "wow. You don't think that maybe you're in with the wrong crowd or something?" Honestly, it sounded like they were just trying to prove eachother better by saying "i have more dead friends than you" with bull shit stories.
Then there was the aging hipsters. These were the old people who were very obviously burnt out with no friends to speak of, so they just talked to the bus driver. Now, I'm sure that the driver was glad to have some inteligent conversation, because he DOES drive a bus for a living. The keyword, however, is inteligent. These people were mostly just talking about there 17 cats and 32 grand children and crap like that. I was really glad that I was able to drown myself in really loud music, otherwise I probably would've ended up slapping every last person who was on that bus yesterday. I kid you not. I don't think there was a normal person around me. Now, I do have to give SOME credit to the aging hipsters, because they're just burnouts with no friends. Everybody else (including the two white trashies) were the scum of the earth and the crap I scrape off my shoe. It's a wonder to me how all these poor people manage to afford a bus ticket... though it's probably cheaper than a car. I weep. Thank you, and goodnight.
So, I had the pleasure of sitting in front of two of possibly the most white trash people in the universe. They started talking to eachother, and the conversations were normal enough. Then it started deviating to things like "well, I want to get a tattoo, but my mom said that she would really be mad at me if I did that." Not so stupid, really, until you realize that the guy saying it was 28. They later went on to talk about how pissed their respective parents were when they each got their tongues pierced. Eventually, they started talking about their friends who got completely drunk, and then arrested for some reason or another. The 28 year old guy says "yeah, my buddy got caught stealing a car, and he ended up being in jail for 40 years," his companion, white trash fellow 2, said "damn, I did that and I only got community service." 28 year old then goes on to say "yeah, well, it was only 5 years, but then he ended up breaking parole etc. etc. white trash ramblings." So they start talking about getting drunk and stoned and throwing rocks at people and shooting birds with paintball guns, and somewhere along this string of conversations, it was revealed that white trash number two is 15. That's really... yeah. Every other story they told involved some friend dying because of alcohol poisoning or accidentally getting shot in the face or some stupid crap like that, and it was like "wow. You don't think that maybe you're in with the wrong crowd or something?" Honestly, it sounded like they were just trying to prove eachother better by saying "i have more dead friends than you" with bull shit stories.
Then there was the aging hipsters. These were the old people who were very obviously burnt out with no friends to speak of, so they just talked to the bus driver. Now, I'm sure that the driver was glad to have some inteligent conversation, because he DOES drive a bus for a living. The keyword, however, is inteligent. These people were mostly just talking about there 17 cats and 32 grand children and crap like that. I was really glad that I was able to drown myself in really loud music, otherwise I probably would've ended up slapping every last person who was on that bus yesterday. I kid you not. I don't think there was a normal person around me. Now, I do have to give SOME credit to the aging hipsters, because they're just burnouts with no friends. Everybody else (including the two white trashies) were the scum of the earth and the crap I scrape off my shoe. It's a wonder to me how all these poor people manage to afford a bus ticket... though it's probably cheaper than a car. I weep. Thank you, and goodnight.