The winds have begun...

So, today I missed my normal bus, due to the extreme winds that made me feel like it was my first day on the bike going up those hills. Oy. But, the benefit of missing my normal bus is I got to take a different bus, with some new peeps.

Firstly, I want to assure you that the personal bubble is STRONGLY in place. As in, no one would sit on the seat next to someone else. Instead, they preferred to stand in the aisle than sit next to someone. Also, there was a larger assortment of people on this bus... A slightly elderly lady reading her large print library book, seemingly oblivious to the world until her stop sat in the front seat. The cheerleader who spent a good 10 minutes applying eye make-up below her overly sculpted and plucked eyebrows was in the middle, a middle-aged latina woman wearing very sturdy black shoes sat disinterested near the window, and the 9th grade boy with his graffiti styled black shoes (which matched his saggy black pants, black shirt, and black, off tilted baseball cap) was too cool to merely stand in the aisle, but had to be as close to the front as possible, leaning causally on the bar, getting in everyone's way as they tried to exit the bus. And lets not forget the resturant workers, older bums, with long hair in a messy pony, and scragaly beard and the very large white guy in a giant jean jacket covered in patches that got on with me... don't know what was up with him. But, my personal favorite of my morning commute was the man who got on near the end of my ride in a pair of coveralls, you know they type, dark blue, with the name tag attached... His name, according to the attached and embrodered nametag was BJ. And yes, I did giggle.

I find the collectiong of people on the bus so ineresting... everyone trying their hardest to seem disinterested and absorbed in themselves, but still causually peeking at everyone around them.

This afternoon was an entirely different story. I finally got to learn the name of my first offical bus friend. As in, the first person on the bus that I talk to on a semi-regular basis. His name is Jonathan. He moved to Albuquerque in 1988 from Ohio. He works in a warehouse, and gets on the bus at the same stop as me in the afternoons. According to a text message that I accidentally read over his shoulder this afternoon, he "hat my fucking ..." I assume it is either life or job. He was not pleased with his job when we finally exchanged names this afternoon. But more interestingly about my afternoon ride was the woman with the messanger bag...

oy. too much. Perhaps I will write about her tomorrow.

wish me luck on catching my bus tomorrow!