Bus Riding

This morning, I was running just a little behind. I haven't been feeling well and took a huge swallow of Nyquil last night, so it took me a little longer then usual to get on my feet. Anyways, I got on a later bus. When I got on I noticed a young man with his head leaned up against the window, sleeping. As often happens in my head, I created a story for him. He was a brother headed to work and was trying to catch up on a few ZZZZZZZs. I nap on the bus at least a few times a week myself. I sat in the seat behind him, opened up my book and began to read. About a mile after I got on the bus, I happened to look up. I don't know why, maybe because the bus seemed to be stopped for longer then the normal pick up. Anyways, when I looked up, a police officer was getting on the bus. Again, I tried to come up with a story for him. It was so a Sesame Street moment. "One of these things is not like the others, One of these things just doesn't belong, Can you tell which thing is not like the others, By the time I finish my song?" I was racking my mind trying to remember if I ever saw a police officer, in full uniform, gunned up, take the city bus. I thought maybe he was just doing his part to make this world a greener place. As I stared at him, he walked up to the "young, hard, working brother and said "Hey. Get up." Now, I'm trying to figure out what the brother did wrong. Was I so enthralled in my book that I missed some transgression he committed again MTC or another passenger? Raising his voice, the cop again demanded that he get up. Now this brother must have been really tired because he didn't move. That's when the cop reached down into his lap and came back up with a can of beer and a cigarette. OOOOHHHHHH. I got it now. While my young brother may in fact be a hard worker, it seems that on this particular occasion, his ass was simply passed out. Again the cop tried unsuccessfully to rouse him. He finally settled on a secret (Jedi) cop move and took his knuckle and pushed it into the spot where your collar bone meets. That did the trick and while the youngin' didn't jump up, he did begin to stir. The cop pulled him up out the seat and wouldn't you know it, this fool done peed on himself! The back of his pants and shirt were soaked. He made no protest as the cop lead him off of the bus.

So that left what I am assuming was a puddle in the seat because as each new rider got on the bus and made a move to sit they quickly moved on to the next seat or to stand. It immediately put into my mind "those thoughts". You know the type of thoughts you try not to think about when you go out to eat. Some things are just better left alone. Anyways, I started thinking about what happens when the pee dries and then someone (ME) gets on the bus later in the day with no idea that they are sitting on dried pee. And what about all the other things that someone (ME) may be coming in contact with on the bus. EEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!