Mestee Blogger

I actually had an amusing trip home from work on Friday. I usually take a shuttle to the commuter rail, but on Friday I took one to the Red Line, which brought me from South Station to Davis Square. I was waiting for the not-so-reliable 94 bus to show up at Davis when I heard some cheesy 80's music behind me. It seemed like it must have been coming from a passing car, which I thought was strange, because you almost never see anyone in Davis Square blaring music out of their car...much less cheesy 80's music. I went back to reading my magazine, but realized that the music wasn't going away. I turned around again and there, standing on the corner, was a white guy in his late 30's (at least), wearing a Tommy Hilfiger jacket that was two sizes too big, and nodding his head along with the music that was coming from the little "boom box" that was at his feet. Perhaps that description doesn't do the scene justice, but once I realized that this guy had brought his own portable radio to the bus stop to help him "put out the vibe", I couldn't stop smiling. What quickly became more amusing than the guy himself was watching the expressions of other passers-by as they realized where the terrible music was coming from.

The 94 finally showed up and began its trip toward Medford Square. The bus was pretty crowded, and I found one of the last few remaining seats right in the front. Just after we turned onto Boston Ave, a woman boarded the bus and looked towards the back to see if there were any seats left. It looked as if she couldn't see any available seats in the back. In that split second, I was really hoping she wouldn't sit next to me, since there didn't seem to be enough room for her to fit between me and pole that bordered the seat beside me. Then she made eye contact with me...

Random Bus Lady: Do you mind if I squeeze in there? I'm kinda chubby.

I was pretty sure that she answered her own question. Rather than reply, I think I just shot back a look of panic as she wedged herself into the seat between me and the pole. This reminded me of my trip to NYC with Irf, when we had to have one person leaning forward and one person leaning back at all times, so as to provide ample shoulder room. This situation, however, was much worse. I'd like you to stop reading this entry and try to touch your shoulders together in front of your chest. This should give you a good idea of my physical postition for the rest of the bus ride. Luckily, I only had to stay that way for 5 minutes...any longer and I think the life may have been squeezed out of me.

That's all from me today...if you're in the mood for some alternative Christmas music, check here and/or here. Guster does a samba-tastic version of "Donde esta Santa Clause?".
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