So, today was an interesting day. Mind you, it didn’t get interesting until I was on my way home via RTA. I know you’re wondering who ‘they’ are and I’ll get to that. Let me just give you insight on how crowded these buses are. We have these subway train like buses now, they’re long and if you get in their lane, they’re loud. Well this long bus was packed to the point I could smell what the people next to me ate for lunch two days ago. I was standing and was on one side of the bus next to the door that doesn’t open because people were being let out on the other side of the bus. Well a few stops after I got on, these 4 and obviously naïve birds-erm “women” got on the bus. They’re loud as hell and it’s obvious they were about 18 or 19; with my eyes closed they were 10; if that. Either way, they knew better.
These birds [I really want to call them birds because they were clucking and bucking like those women on 'The View'], they were talking about anyone that they found visually annoying to them that got on the bus. Mind you, I’m RIGHT there next to them. It took all the life and energy I had left to not smack them into the next millennia with my PSP. Anyway, they take one look at me and just decide that today of all days to talk about me. I’m standing there with my balloon and gift bag I got from my family for my birthday and they looked at me up and down. I saw all of this out the corner of my eye. I continued being an adult, they continued to be the children that they are. I guess they weren’t getting the response they were expecting from me because I have on my PSP listening to music. So the chunky bird decide to yell out “Someone smells like cigarette smoke and it’s giving me a headache”. The other 3 start laughing at what she said. What does this have to do with me? Let me tell you. I was in a Jamaican spot that my grandmother told me to try. They had these really strong incense going and it was going to take 7 minutes for my fish dinner to get done [it was really good by the way]. So I left for 5 minutes and came back and they still weren’t done so I waited. What floored me was the fact they couldn’t decipher between cigarette smoke and incense. So I stood there and let the coonery continue.
As I got closer and closer to my destination, my will to keep being an upstanding citizen was being tried forcefully. One of the chicks told one of the bald-headed birds to “smell” me. Really? You gone jump off a cliff into some jagged rocks if she tell you to? She already got you out on a perch tweeting. So they continue to act a fool and so when my stop came, I purposely bumped into them, and at the same time I cut my volume down on my PSP and walked off the bus, they didn’t say a damn word.
My point of this blog is, women like the ones I ran into on the bus; alone they’re quiet as church mice; wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight, but in a group they’re the loudest New York rats on the corner. These type of women run in cliques because they wouldn’t survive alone. They have to go along with what everyone is doing and saying because they don’t have a mind of their own. They could be best friends and hate each other; despise each other even. People like that don’t live long but they got their heads shoved so far up their asses they won’t even notice when karma makes a visit. It’s too much like right for my kind to be civilized to each other. It’s pretty much taboo. I’m sure one day, they’re going to get on that RTA bus talking foolishly, and someone is going to take notice to them talking about people and they’re going to turn them every which way but loose.
What I notice about one of these chicks was she was staring at me and I could feel her staring at me, then she took it a step further and start rolling her neck at me, I turn and look at her, stare her and her friends down and she looks away. Listen, you were deprived from the attention you so desperately wanted as a child, don’t get your ass mopped up and down this bus. I might be doing the bus a favor because it was filthy. I’m 24 today, the younger me wouldn’t have gave a shit about no “Transit Police carting me off their bus into the back of their car. Nor would I had cared if the birds jumped me, I was going to tag one of them. I’m too old for that kind of crap. I have a son and a husband now, I have to set an example. Violence isn’t the answer, especially since they didn’t touch me. If they would have though…
So the conclusion to this blog is, chicks [yes I'm still referring to birds], in groups aren’t the same alone. The main ones that got so much to say about someone is branching out from their insecurities. One day they’ll grow up, but that will be asking for too much. All I can do is shake my head and keep it moving. Their words won’t be paying my rent, or clothing my son.