like a scene from bad bus rides everywhere, a man gets on and sits down next to the finest lady on the bus. immediately, his moves and her parries are pretty self-evident. he's obviously complimenting her and she replies with gratitude devoid of excitement. of course, his car is in the shop and he's just tryin to find a way to san pedro. to my surprise, he doesn't mention what kind of car it is (mercedes seems to be the popular pick, even in cadillacville).
unfortunately, he makes a mistake next that many an aspiring casanova has. he tries to exert his authoritative knowledge. "the 550 only go to 37th now. it used to go all the way to west l.a."
"doesn't the expo line pick up some of that route?" she asks, no stranger to the routes herself.
"it don't go to half the places the 550 used to." he then proceeds to name about half a dozen intersections that the old route used to service, but are no longer serviced by the expo line.
"maybe there weren't enough riders on the 550," she suggests.
"oh there were lots of riders, especially during the day."
do you see the mistake yet? in my mind, i'm thinking, "that is one broke-down, broke-ass hooptie if you feel confident enough to throw out bus ridership patterns. are you sure you ever drive? you sure do know a lot about that 550."
she continues to thwart his advances. i notice she's tellin some lies of her own to prevent any stalking. she said she only takes the bus once in a while to visit a friend. we ride this bus together most days, but i understand the need to fib, especially to a stranger.
finally, the clincher. "i have a boyfiend. we've been together three years." i don't know whether to believe her or not.
it's my stop so i don't get to see he continuation or potential end of this conversation. i'd put money on a little "what's your man got to do with me? i'm not tryin to hear that see," being thrown around.
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