When the 66 bus pulled up it was packed to the gills with passengers. As me and pretty girl stepped to get on, a heavily tatted woman with no teeth started yelling, "Yall need to move back. I said move back. Are yall def?"
"No, but I'm blind" screamed one crazy back to another.
So I as boarded the cattle bus I was forced to hold onto the hand rail on the top standing next to a very odorous fat woman who kept giving me these looks of awfulness the entire time. Yea like it was my fault I'm stuck next to you is all I kept thinking. Thank goodness that it is a very short, albeit smelly, bus ride to UNM and I even got off a stop early to save my sanity. I immediately rushed to the bathroom and washed my hands. Twice.
Then after many hours of lecture in the lovely topics of Italian Baroque Art, Aeneas, and Photojournalism it was time to get back onto the bus. Now getting back home I usually get on what ever bus gets there first, the Rapid Ride or #66. Today the Rapid Ride came first and getting on wasn't such a cattle drive, I actually got a seat! As I approached my stop I spied to of the most beautiful sights I have seen in awhile- two vibrant sculptural Mohawks. I admired them from afar and got off the bus and began to walk home. However, I spied them making their way down central and snapped this awesome picture with Sven, my Blackberry, as proof that beauty still exists, you just need to keep you eyes out for it.
