Sunday, March 23, 2008
Oh the human-ness of it all...
There is something about public transportation, especially the bus, that makes me feel a little closer to my fellow men and women. Oh maybe that's because you're forced to sit next to strangers or stand uncomfortably close to folks you wouldn't normally stand that close to. It's different than, say, being at a crowded concert though. Mainly the lack of music. Oh wait, that was not the problem last night when there was one guy singing Guantanamera at the top of his lungs while eating falafel. But it was a little hard to hear him over the guy who was explaining, also at the top of his lungs, about the origin of the word "khaki". According to him it is "The Indian, you know from India, word for mud. Back in the day, the soldiers used to be issued bright white pants as part of their uniform, but it made them really easy targets. So the soldiers would boil their pants in mud to make them less obvious, turning them a light brown color. Then the army finally started issuing pants the color of mud and called them khaki." Fascinating, really. Oh wait, but now the falafel guy is piping in with "Che Guevara! Chairman Mao! Che Guevara! Fidel Castro! Che Guevara! Kim Jong-il! Che Guevara..." He was still saying that as he got off the bus in Central Square.
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And that is exactly why I love Central Square!
Let me guess: This was the 70 bus, right?
I used to commute via the 70, and the rule is that there will either be a raving looney or a screaming child on 100% of the busses.
Except when there are both!
Sounds like you just got two loonies instead of a looney and a screaming child.
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