Thursday, August 20, 2009

Hyphy-Extreme Smiling-Starbucks and TMI mom.

So today's story is just...kind of all over the place.

lets start off with the usual routine.

Step on the bus.
Get in.
Say Hello.
Money in the Money thing.
Find a seat.
Sit down.
Look occupied.
Ok so i don't know if you all know what hyphy is? This is what i found to explain it.

*Etymology: Etymology: San Francisco Bay Area, shortened perhaps from English dialect "hyperactive"; other sources cite a combination of "hype" and "fly." Popularized by E-40 and the Federation's song "Hyphy" (2004); first known use on record by Keak Da Sneak in 1998 (on "Cool," from his LP Sneakacidle).
1 : dangerous and irrational: CRAZY;
2 : amusingly eccentric; without inhibition: GOOFY
"They were getting hyphy up in the club Saturday night."

Ha. That is from the "urban dictionary".
So its just crazy music that you get crazy to. I know its probably explained wrong so I am sorry.

So this guy walks on with his lap top, Puts his money in, and sits in the back.
Then the quietness turns into some very loud hyphy music...So all i hear is..
we go S - T - U - P - I - D when we go to the club we dont need ID everywhere we go its a party yall we gon get it crackin like the mardi gras
Get Stupid.
Then i look over and this lady is just staring at me, but not just staring...SMILING and not just smiling..EXTREME SMILING.
So i smile back and then look out the window.
I just cant relax though...i felt like someone was just staring.
So i decide to be brave and put my head up.
Someone was staring at me. You know who?
The extreme smiling lady with her orange lipstick.
The bus finally Arrives to our destination
I arrive at work.
Do my usual.. work and then leave.
Waiting again at the lonely bus stop.
The bus arrives.
I get on.
Money is money holder thing.
Find a seat.
Sit down.
Question myself "Why Me?"
Get over it.
Then look occupied.
The bus was packed.
The seats were all filled up and i thought So many people...why??????????
The lady that was sitting next to me got off at her stop.
Some guy sat by me, but this guy worked at starbucks(this may sound weird but he smelt good)
Then this mom came on with her daughter and her daughters bestfriend.
The reason why shes named TMI(to much information) mom is cause she really did give out to much info.
She then started to go off how she has 5 kids and doesn't really know any of them.
She doesn't remember there names or birthdays..they have to remind her.
Its not like she "special" or anything. She seemed normal..Laughed extremely loud and kept talking about will smith and how she loves the show "fresh prince of bal air."
How she has this major crush on Jaz(Will's best friend on the show)
Then she tells me how she woke up and could not find her daughter and then she went back to sleep. Woke up again..She couldn't find her daughter. Looked out her window and saw her at the park across the street with there dog. "TMI" wasn't worried cause the dog was there to help her across the street.(WOW right)

So my heart went out to her and i was sad and yet i learned a lot from her.
To remember my kids names
kids is Birthdays.
To keep private information..PRIVATE.
Oh and how i need to fix my weave(ya she really thought i had a "weave")
So that was my day. The stories are heck tick and a little sad, but that's what you get when your on The Daily 20.

Thanks for your time you handsome/Beautiful people!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Hairy and Dorothy

Ok so i am new at this blogging thing so bare with me please.
So if you would have asked me to ride the bus a year ago. I would somehow either find a ride or i just would not ride the bus. Until i had no choice.
I been riding the bus for the last couple months now and im just in awe of the craziness this world has to offer.
I been wanting to blog about the bus for a while now..about the people and situations and there stories and just what they do, but i am huge on procrastination and just never got around to it.
So here i go..
are you ready????
cause they are a little craaaaaaazy.
The Daily 20.
So everyday(well the days i work) I wait at the Transit area waiting for the 20
The 2-0.
Instead of the 20..we should really call it The "Odd" bus.
This is when the craziness happens.
The bus arrives..
I put my money in and just sit down and either put my head phones on and text or i just text..
basically, I try to look occupied.
So going to work today was not a problem. It was actually pretty good. I was waiting for something interesting to happen, but nothing.
So i go to work(which today was actually fun)
The day ends with me clocking out and making sure things are locked up
I walk across the street to lonely bus bench.
Waiting again for the 20
The bus pulls up and as i am about to step in..
I inhale and question myself.
Am i really ready for the craziness?
So as i take my seat..i look around and i think..maybe its going be good peaceful drive today..
It was till the hairy man comes on.
"Hairy"comes on the bus with his huge backpack and a walking stick.
I think ..whoa hes "Hairy" and continue my texting.
It was so quiet until "Hairy" was talking to someone.
I just think to myself
L O U D...but oh well...
So then i start hearing "HEEEELLLLOOO..HELLLOOOOOO!!!"
and i think...Volume of voice is on EXTREME.
Then "Hairy" decided to whistle.
Not quietly, but LOUD for a good ten min.
"Hairy" starts saying ..
Then he starts singing
"OHHHHHHHH DOOOROTHY...OHHHHHHH..Just please you make sure you follow the yellow brick road....."
silence for a minuet.
Thank goodness!
I am sitting here..
Then hes quiet saying
Hes either on the phone again...Maybe he was just singing or quoting Wizard of Oz for his daughter.
He laughs.
Then he says "COOL HUH?"
He laughs again.
"Hairy" must be on the phone..Broadway or something.
As we are about to reach our destination.
FINALLY..i thought.
I decided to be brave and turn around to see "Hairy."
As i slowly turn around, to see "Hairy."
I look and he is just looking out in the window.
hmm i thought.
and as he is saying this.
I turn around.
"Hairy"..(oh my dear dear "Hairy")
"Hairy" is not on a cellphone!
or a bluetooth.
Hairy is just singing to himself and talking to himself.
I turn back around.
We arrive to our destination.
I get off the bus.
Get in the car and my brother asks me
"How was the bus?"
I just look at my brother..
The thought of a "hairy" man comes in my mind and "DOROTHY.. PLEASE.. PLEASE.. PLEASE!!!"
I looked at my tan brother and said
As we drove off, I began to tell him the story of the Wonderful "hairy!"