City Bus Adventures

I don't have a car.  I can't afford one because I also don't have a job.  If I did have a job, then it would be amazing because trying to find someone willing to pay you to do something in a college town in the middle of the school year is 99% impossible.  I would also be able to get a car...

Since I don't have a car, I'm forced to use the city buses to get around and I never fail to have at least one weird experience every time I ride.  Most of my adventures involve the Town Crazies who pretty much ride every bus at every hour of the day.  It doesn't matter if you're riding in the morning, afternoon, or night; the Crazies are everywhere. 

The one I see the most often is a really tall guy with messy brown hair and Crazy Eyes:

Riding the buses must be his thing or something, because he seriously does it all day every day.  I'm not kidding.  I have seen him every single time I've even set foot on a bus and I've watched him.  All he does is ride the buses and change routes every transfer.  And the only time he ever gets off the buses is at the Transit Center to get on another bus!

I let him use my phone once...it happened the first time I ever went to donate plasma.  I was just sitting there on the bus, waiting for the bus driver to get back so we could go when Crazy Eyes got on.  He was talking very loudly to his friend about how his mom was going to get them pizza because she's the best mom ever and loves to buy him pizza. (Not kidding, that's exactly what he said)   And then his friend was all:

And Crazy Eyes said:

I had literally just pulled out my phone to text my friend when Crazy Eyes walked up right behind me.  I look up at him and he's just staring at my phone with his crazy eyes and all I can think is, "Crap.  He's seen me, and my very obvious phone right here in my hands, and no one else on this whole bus is going to dare to pull out their phone to bail me out."

Great timing Chelsea, you big dummy

Then I just sit there for ten whole seconds arguing with myself about whether or not I should let him use my phone.  This was our conversation:

Nice Self:  "A nice person would let this man borrow their phone. Be a nice person."
Normal Self:  "But what if he takes it?"
Nice:  "He won't. Besides, he doesn't look like he can run fast anyway, you could catch him."
Normal:  "No, it's my phone and I'm not giving it to Crazy Eyes."
Nice:  "The scriptures say to give your substance to those in need."
Normal:  "Crap...I'm gonna have to do it now that you brought that up.  Thanks a lot, self."
Nice:  "Come on, take a leap of faith to do something nice for someone else.  It'll be okay."
Normal:  "Fine."

I think I developed my own set of crazy eyes while having this conversation with myself

Before I knew it, I was handing my phone over to him and he was sitting himself down right next to me.  He saw my college game day t-shirt and started this conversation about how I'm an Aggie Student, and I go to Aggie School.  (I wasn't really sure if he was holding this conversation with me or himself) I just sat there because I can't hold a conversation with anyone, much less a crazy dude who might steal my cell phone.  He dialed a number, held the phone up to his ear for 2.3 seconds, then hung up and said, "Never mind, my mom's magic and she'll just know to buy us pizza."

Then he gave the phone back and walked away like it was nothing.  I just sat there and wondered what the heck just happened.