Portland is a very interesting place, you find all kinds of weirdos. Back in the day when I was sleeping in my nephew's room I had a commute from the suburbs to the city. The folks I was riding public transportation with, were for the most part, not too crazy. You saw a lot of kindle reading, salon lady haircuts, and college students. Every once in awhile, especially at one particular transit center, there were some crazies, but nothing too out there.
Now I commute on a totally different beast. Riding the #8 bus is a people watcher's dream, so my Sociology degree is loving the things I get to see. This bus is Portland in a nutshell. Here is what I see on a daily basis...let me sketch you a picture:
Now I commute on a totally different beast. Riding the #8 bus is a people watcher's dream, so my Sociology degree is loving the things I get to see. This bus is Portland in a nutshell. Here is what I see on a daily basis...let me sketch you a picture:
-the "urban" high school youth (boy) with the baggiest pants I have ever seen (we get it, your "no homo" point is very clear)
-the "urban" high school youth (girl) that comes strolling into the bus with a piercing aroma of hairspray and drug store body splash
- the white "earthy" types that insist on riding the bus with their hot jar of tea that smells like urine and herbs while wearing "world" jewelry. Gentrification? What's that?
-the crazy who fought in a war who overly blinks and blurts out random comments
-The older guy with exposed chest hair that smells like Drakkar Noir and booze...at 7:30am, all while wearing a bluetooth
-The professional lady that has to carry her fat purse, her oversized lunch bag, and another bag to carry her knitting materials so she can entertain herself while on her commute
-The hipster parents that bring on their toddlers and let them take 2 seats to climb around and probably promote "touch" therapy/education
This is just an overall generalization of what I see on a day to day basis. If you have people visiting Portland and they want that real "Portland" experience, ride the #8 bus and there you go.
Also, if you are a public transportation rider...be sure to have your pass/money ready to go. I want to punch people in the face when they cannot find their bus pass once they have stepped onto the bus. Why did you put it in your wallet which is at the deep depth of your backpack? Did you not see the giant bus coming your way?
Ok, that's all. Phewww, I feel better.
Also, if you are a public transportation rider...be sure to have your pass/money ready to go. I want to punch people in the face when they cannot find their bus pass once they have stepped onto the bus. Why did you put it in your wallet which is at the deep depth of your backpack? Did you not see the giant bus coming your way?
Ok, that's all. Phewww, I feel better.
1 comments:
Oh man. Post like these that make it worth going threw the “Daddy Yankes’s” and “Nail colors” post. Lets be real, the guy with the chest hair is most likely a latino trying his hardest to speak good English while on a bender. And the kid with the baggy pants has never left Portland but somehow came up on swagger from New Orleans. ? Somehow?
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