Fear and loathing on the bus.

Monday, March 8, 2004 10:18 PM

The bus I take when going to lunch has become a problem lately. Theres this little gang you see, made up of a bunch of little piss-ants and ass-holes who wouldnt be much of a problem on their own but in a group, well, Im not the toughest brown-coat around.

This is unfortunate because theyve picked me as a target.

No idea why. Its completely uninstigated. I look as menacing as possible at all times. They just started a few months ago. First with soem verbal abuse, insults to my appearance, the fact that I listen to music on the bus, the stuff that I read. Its just general harassment and I ignored it.

Then they apparently found out I was mostly Irish. Dont know how, but theyve got some kind of problem with it. Its gotten continually worse, they started throwing little things at me. Its remarkably juvenile sounding until you get it on a daily basis from grown men, then its just threatening.

It escalated again today. They surrounded me when I got on, peppering me with questions and racial slurs until it turned physical. This one bastard behind me started jabbing me in the shoulder with something which I ignored for a while but trafic was bad so we werent going to get to a destination any time soon. Eventually he got fed up with my silence and jerked on my head-phone cord. My hand snapped up on instinct and grabbed him at the wrist. I turned, twisting his arm into a very uncomfortable position as I did so.

"Dont do that." I said in the most menacing tone I could manage.

He wasnt about to stop. His buddies had laughed at him you see. At the next opportunity, I got up and oved to an area of empty seats right behind the driver, I might be spared there. One of them of course followed me, setting down in the seat right behind mine and proceding to do a drum solo on the back of my seat with a mostly-full Gatorade bottle. It was a nnoying but I didnt care any more. My stop was in sight.

I stood up as the bus stopped and then the bastard hit me. Right over the head. Hurt like hell too. I snapped. Spinning around I stalked after him as he ran towards his friends. I was trailing more Chinese expletives at that point than an Asian gangster film. Reaching the spot where he cowered I proceeded to ream them all out, shouting at the top of my lungs and generally frightening the other riders.

They denied the whole thing and the driver ordered me off the bus, their smug smiles hitting me in the back even harder than that Gatorade bottle. Ill never win, Ive probably caused all manner of trouble for myself with those guys too. It was not my best day ever.

I dont think I'm going to ride the bus any more.





* Sorry for ranting at you folks for so long but I really need someone to vent at right now and everyone has been remarkable unresponsive to my woes.

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