This was supposed to be another collection of half a dozen oddities from my many bus rides, but after my ride yesterday afternoon, I’ve put all the other tidbits and observations aside for another day. Today, just one moment from the bus:
I took a seat near the front, behind two homeless people — a 20-something black man, and a 40-something white woman. They were talking about nothing much, nothing I could make sense of, facing each other across the aisle in the sideways seats.Then the guy said, “You know Chrissy?”The woman asked, “From Chicago?’”Yeah. She froze to death night before last, under the monorail at Westlake.””Ah, shit. I liked her.””Everybody liked Chrissy.”Silence for half a block, and then the woman said, “Did they even try?””Oh yeah,” said the guy. “Give the paramedics credit. They spent lots of time with her, took her away with sirens and shit, but she was dead already, I think.”More silence, and then the woman said, “Fuck,” the man said, “Fuck,” and I said to myself, Fuck.1/17/2024


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