2006
you’ve been here a week
maura @ 2:15 pm
On the way home from doing lunch with the kindergarteners I rode the bus with a bona fide crazy person. That hasn’t happened to me in a long time. It was an older woman who looked just like your average person. But then she got on the bus and sat behind me (in a one seat*). And then she started in with the crazy.
* The one seat! I love the one seat. Right next to a window and you don’t have to touch anyone. On the small buses (which run the route to Gus’ school) there are 3 one seats. They are the prize, man.
Apparently her beef was noise. There was a couple talking near the back door, and all of a sudden the crazy lady sarcastically said, “oh, now we have to listen to your private conversation, so banal and boring.” I don’t know if anyone other than me could hear her. She was talking in a normal tone of voice, but she only talked when other people were also talking.
Then a few Caribbean nannies got on the bus with their young charges. Apparently they had been waiting for another bus that never came, and they all started chatting to the bus driver about it. The crazy lady said, “oh, you’re from a happy island, you can laugh loudly about the bus.”
I was starting to get a little freaked out, but luckily my stop was next. As I got up to leave I heard her say something else about not liking anyone who’s not in their tribe. WTF?!?! I guess that’s why it’s called crazy.
I’m glad Gus wasn’t with me, as I’m sure he’d have asked his usual 101 questions about everything: “What’s boring? Where’s the happy island? Is she talking to me? Who is she talking to?”
