The crazies, they're attracted to me. they find me at my bar, they find me at the store. i have nothing more to give and want no more from you. i lock myself inside but they rap on my door. Knock knock! Go away, no one's home!
now, a little more straight forward
I was in a motorcycle accident a while back which left me without transportation for a couple of months. Back on 4 wheels now instead of 2, but here's a tale from the world of New Orleans public transportation.
I was waiting for the bus the other day. After 40 mins..., two finally showed (back to back). We all piled on the first bus, i had my headphones on trying to ignore the world around me. Apparently, the driver decided it was silly to be running two busses back to back and asked us to get onto the second one so he could turn his bus around in the other direction. I had no idea what was going on. Everyone stood up and the herd made its way to the exit. I pulled my headphones and noticed a large black woman in her 70's clutching her chest.
I thought she was having an asthma attack or a heart attack or something. by this point everyone was on the other bus (which was side by side to the other), and waiting on us. So, i asked her if she needed help, if there was anything i could do. the old lady, gasping for air, whispers to me "can you do my bra back up?" oh lord, I wished i wouldn't have been so nice. I guess her bra came undone when she stood up. So, with about 30 people on the other bus watching through the windows I grabbed her bra straps and strung that tattered thing back together. I jumped onto the other bus, slightly embarassed. The old lady followed, and of course, had to sit right in front of me. She pointed to her ears and talked to herself the rest of the ride.
Yes, this is an average day in my life. The crazies find me with no problem and confide deep dark secrets into my ears. I try, with goodwill, to help them but i feel it has driven me mad. If only the crazy bitches would leave me alone
now, a little more straight forward
I was in a motorcycle accident a while back which left me without transportation for a couple of months. Back on 4 wheels now instead of 2, but here's a tale from the world of New Orleans public transportation.
I was waiting for the bus the other day. After 40 mins..., two finally showed (back to back). We all piled on the first bus, i had my headphones on trying to ignore the world around me. Apparently, the driver decided it was silly to be running two busses back to back and asked us to get onto the second one so he could turn his bus around in the other direction. I had no idea what was going on. Everyone stood up and the herd made its way to the exit. I pulled my headphones and noticed a large black woman in her 70's clutching her chest.
I thought she was having an asthma attack or a heart attack or something. by this point everyone was on the other bus (which was side by side to the other), and waiting on us. So, i asked her if she needed help, if there was anything i could do. the old lady, gasping for air, whispers to me "can you do my bra back up?" oh lord, I wished i wouldn't have been so nice. I guess her bra came undone when she stood up. So, with about 30 people on the other bus watching through the windows I grabbed her bra straps and strung that tattered thing back together. I jumped onto the other bus, slightly embarassed. The old lady followed, and of course, had to sit right in front of me. She pointed to her ears and talked to herself the rest of the ride.
Yes, this is an average day in my life. The crazies find me with no problem and confide deep dark secrets into my ears. I try, with goodwill, to help them but i feel it has driven me mad. If only the crazy bitches would leave me alone
wit:
new orleans is filled with crazies! what bar do you work at?