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azurelunatic) wrote2003-05-17 04:08 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-05-17 04:08 pm
Morning, Adam, plasma, and homeless guys smelling of vomit
Woke up. Decided to procrastinate about going out, and therefore read email and LJ until I was done with my breakfast, leaving the house at 8:45, instead of when I'd woken up an hour earlier. The plasma place opens at 8:00.
On my way to the bus stop, I saw the familar body, but unfamiliar stumbling step of none other than our own![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
digitalambience, who was, as he told me, still half drunk. I started to hug him before I noticed his shirt. Fortunately, the barf was mostly on the back and all dried. Suggested that he put his broken glasses in his pocket.
Gave plasma. Crowded. The movies of the day were the last half of Con Air, Batman & Robin, and then they started up with Mortal Kombat: Annihilation right before I left. I finished up Memory and started in on Komarr.
At the bus stop for home, there was a guy, really skinny, rather dirty, looked homeless, passed out on the sidewalk in the shade. I set a pack of gum that I dug up from the bottom of my purse next to him, not having anything more appropriate. Another guy, seeing me, put some money by him, under the gum.
The bus came, and we all got on -- including the homeless guy. He smelled, and was incoherent. When I say "he smelled", this is the smell of ripe vomit that's been lying in the sun for a while. The bus was overfull; I was standing propped against the wall up front. He was standing by the driver. My stomach was unhappy; I was fine. He waves the pack of gum around, then chucks it into a corner of the bus (not even aiming for the rather obvious trash can right in front of him). People got off; I sat down.
Then this guy starts with the profanity. The bus driver asks him to not swear, please. (covert eyeroll on my part) He keeps up with it, and he is ejected at the next stop.
The rent-a-cop picks up the pack of gum and hands it to me. "Nice try," he says. The loud woman who's sat down next to me dissects the situation with far more gusto than pity. I make polite conversation on other subjects.
Welcome to Phoenix.
On my way to the bus stop, I saw the familar body, but unfamiliar stumbling step of none other than our own
digitalambience, who was, as he told me, still half drunk. I started to hug him before I noticed his shirt. Fortunately, the barf was mostly on the back and all dried. Suggested that he put his broken glasses in his pocket. Gave plasma. Crowded. The movies of the day were the last half of Con Air, Batman & Robin, and then they started up with Mortal Kombat: Annihilation right before I left. I finished up Memory and started in on Komarr.
At the bus stop for home, there was a guy, really skinny, rather dirty, looked homeless, passed out on the sidewalk in the shade. I set a pack of gum that I dug up from the bottom of my purse next to him, not having anything more appropriate. Another guy, seeing me, put some money by him, under the gum.
The bus came, and we all got on -- including the homeless guy. He smelled, and was incoherent. When I say "he smelled", this is the smell of ripe vomit that's been lying in the sun for a while. The bus was overfull; I was standing propped against the wall up front. He was standing by the driver. My stomach was unhappy; I was fine. He waves the pack of gum around, then chucks it into a corner of the bus (not even aiming for the rather obvious trash can right in front of him). People got off; I sat down.
Then this guy starts with the profanity. The bus driver asks him to not swear, please. (covert eyeroll on my part) He keeps up with it, and he is ejected at the next stop.
The rent-a-cop picks up the pack of gum and hands it to me. "Nice try," he says. The loud woman who's sat down next to me dissects the situation with far more gusto than pity. I make polite conversation on other subjects.
Welcome to Phoenix.
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Of course, I hate traffic, so there are downsides to driving.
What, me, indecisive?! ;)
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