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Jun. 20th, 2022 04:43 pmI got on the bus to the U District for some art supplies when an older woman complimented me on my Pride-and-Stars-and-Stripes leggings. That happens all the time. She asked if they were for Juneteenth.
"Uh, they're for Pride month."
"Can you help a diabetic?"
Uh huh. I stopped talking to her or looking at her. I just wasn't in the mood to get hustled right then. She said I wanted slavery. Yeah, she's Black.
"Wow! That was some bullshit," I said.
"You don't need to swear at me."
I complained to the driver. A fellow who turned out to be another panhandler (I saw him at an an off ramp after he got off) took issue with her, but I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other.
She got off the at the next stop, but not before she called me a rapist and a transvestite and said she was going to kill herself. Twice. She slowly shuffled opposite the direction the bus was going.
Now that I think about it, I think I remember seeing her a few months ago at the westbound stop at 45th and Meridian, not far from where she got off. Maybe I'll never see her again, but I don't think I'm that lucky. If there's a next time, I'm taking video. I'm not a regular on that route – the 44 – but I've noticed that it's awfully popular with homeless people, even more so than the legendary E line. The woman I ran into yesterday is the only one who didn't have the sense to mind her own business. It may be worth mentioning that the only time I've been threatened by anyone on a bus was a young white man on the E who I'd bet was schizophrenic.
And a few minutes ago, I got a text from Ms. Zappy asking if I want to make an appointment for the end of July. The truth is, I don't, and I don't want to go to the trouble of explaining why. But I should probably answer that text.
Can people please quit sucking?
"Uh, they're for Pride month."
"Can you help a diabetic?"
Uh huh. I stopped talking to her or looking at her. I just wasn't in the mood to get hustled right then. She said I wanted slavery. Yeah, she's Black.
"Wow! That was some bullshit," I said.
"You don't need to swear at me."
I complained to the driver. A fellow who turned out to be another panhandler (I saw him at an an off ramp after he got off) took issue with her, but I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other.
She got off the at the next stop, but not before she called me a rapist and a transvestite and said she was going to kill herself. Twice. She slowly shuffled opposite the direction the bus was going.
Now that I think about it, I think I remember seeing her a few months ago at the westbound stop at 45th and Meridian, not far from where she got off. Maybe I'll never see her again, but I don't think I'm that lucky. If there's a next time, I'm taking video. I'm not a regular on that route – the 44 – but I've noticed that it's awfully popular with homeless people, even more so than the legendary E line. The woman I ran into yesterday is the only one who didn't have the sense to mind her own business. It may be worth mentioning that the only time I've been threatened by anyone on a bus was a young white man on the E who I'd bet was schizophrenic.
And a few minutes ago, I got a text from Ms. Zappy asking if I want to make an appointment for the end of July. The truth is, I don't, and I don't want to go to the trouble of explaining why. But I should probably answer that text.
Can people please quit sucking?
