[sitting on the bus alone]…
bus driva: …ya know those dresses? the ones that gots a turtleneck/tie thing that like hangs down… and theys gots no sleeves?
me: (looking around the bus to confirm that she is speaking with me through the windshield) yeah?
bus driva: (pause)… when they supossa wear those? i mean fits like hot out… then they not gonna want to have like that on their neck! but fits cold… they don’t got no sleeves!
me:…yeah… funny.
(five minutes of silence whilst reading my new political book of wonderment)
bus driva:…and you know those mini skirts and the hairy boots? …what’s up with that? I mean, if it is cold enough to wear the fur boots it is too cold to be wearin the mini skirt. period!
<-- (i knew what she was talking about, but this was the only thought i couldn't shirk)
(at school, supposedly in a “study hall” and I am “supervising” my kids as they “study.” right. but really who cares.)
they start singing and dancin round to songs i recognize…”soldier boy….” i have my computer, so i bust the song out and jam with myself across the room. one of my girls notices and says: “damn, we gossum
white chocolate in the room!”
(this was, by the way, after the other intern was walkin behind me and said, “damn girl, you got a butt!”)
maybe in the next life i will get to be black… until then, i feel right at home…
