Tonight's waiting for the bus adventure: a guy walks up and immediately says "How are you? I'm better than last night. Some homeless bitch tying to stay at my parents' apartment like I know her. Man, you can't trust nobody after that Nine Eleven shit. Fuck. Used to be people were people. Now everybody's got airplanes and shit. You know what I mean?"
"Tired." I say.
"What?" he asks.
"About a minute ago, you asked how I was. Tired."
"I feel you. I got two jobs." he says.
Under my breath, I say "amateur."
"People. People trying to stay at my house like I know them and shit. You? You need a place to stay?"
I chuckle. "No, man. But could I borrow your plane?"
"Your plane." I say. "You said everybody has planes now. I want a plane."
"Motherfucker, I don't got no plane. Why would I be waiting for a bus if I had a damned plane?"
I smile. "I don't know your life, MAN. Maybe riding the bus is how you meet pilots."
"You're fucken crackers, brother." He says.
"Yea, BROTHER, I'm a fucken Triscuit."
And he moved down the bench to talk to someone else about sports.
Sometimes, you have to lean in the direction of the skid.