the 'f' bomb

i was trapped on two different 30 buses today for hours. i was trying to wheel from the higher ground that is georgetown to capitol hill for a briefing in longworth on farmers' + public markets and food insecurity and then back to the tony nw during rush hour. but all the virginia drivers were in their suv/s trying to get back to the commonwealth. they clogged the major streets and other streets were totally blocked off with downed trees and swollen waterways. (as an urban planning graduate pointed out to me on the telephone, of course things are flooding in d.c.there's a lot of impervious surfaces there. and i don't even want to type what miss bird knows about what must be happening to our d.c. drinking water right now). i digress...

i recall now why passengers in the know call this "the dirty thirty" line.

around the IMF building, a "woman" with the cutest red wig ever got on the bus and proceeded to come undone. i think that it was a woman, but maybe not. at any rate she carried on and on and on raging about being 49 with no kids. others at the front of the bus near her were openly laughing and mocking her. i hate those moments when one person is straight tripping and others scoff. and there is always some woman who is reading her bible and clucking her tongue at the whole thing. (she was sitting catty corner to me). it only makes things worse when others laugh or ask questions of the one who is trippin. somehow, girlfriend simmered down, but she perked right back up when she saw the fan lights and white columns over, across the park, at 1600. she really unleashed as the bus inched along. she started going o-f-f about bush. and called him all manner of dirty words. the bus driver didn't stop her when she called him a f*gg*t, but when she said f*k*ng b*tch, the driver drew the line and hollered back at her: "hey. now. we have ladies on this bus."

i wonder if it was the 'f' b*mb or the 'b' b*mb that did it?

and a point of clarification about the earlier morning post: i so do need a car. i just can't really imagine ever picking out a luxury car. i am very very grateful to my parents for every car i have ever had. and i love the suv-ette i get to drive now. i even miss the suv-ette. and i bet jasmine misses riding in the suv-ette with me. we both really love to stick our big hairy heads out the window as we cruise to the park or to get ice cream. except she drools a lot more than i do.