My bus has really quieted down in the mornings now that school’s out, so there are many fewer people being pushed back outside onto the sidewalk just as the doors close to make more room for the people inside, homeless dudes in plastic-bag-shoes being dragged off by cops, and standing riders ending up in other people’s laps as the driver punches the brake every five seconds as if he doesn’t realize there’s a bus full of people behind him with one hand on the metal bar and one hand holding the bags of stuff all New Yorkers are required to haul around thanks to our not having cars to leave them in. But I can still rely on mean old ladies for entertainment.

Yesterday, the bus stopped at Wall Street, and I looked up from my book just in time to see an old white lady in a teal lace shirt that was way too sexy for her stumbling over the old Indian woman sitting next to her in white linen pants and a black ruffled tank top that was also way too sexy for her. The white lady had been sitting in the window seat but ended up sprawled across the Indian woman’s lap, legs still by the window but face suspended over the aisle, almost in the crotch of the guy across the aisle from them. The white lady righted herself and collected her things to exit the bus, but she wasn’t two steps down the aisle before she turned and gave the Indian lady the craziest stink-eye I’ve ever seen from anyone over the age of ten.

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