This blog is an attempt to pay tribute to the complete and shameless debauchery that is the Washington, DC Metro bus system. For those of you who live near the Capitol Hill/Atlas district, you are all too familiar with the X2, the D6, the 90 buses, as well as other lines that run nearby. Surely you have your own experiences and words of wisdom to share.
As I approach my 3rd year as a DC resident, I am choosing not to tune out or ignore the racist, sexist, drunken, and sometimes genuinely wise commentary spewing from the mouths of my fellow bus riders, but rather to celebrate it for its sheer artistry.
Inspired by years of old favorites like, "You married? Can I go home with you?," "Hey light skin, I like to wine 'em, dine 'em, get behind 'em," and "You do what you do, you get what you get," I will use this forum to start documenting what will eventually be an integral part of my life memoirs. I'm not sure how old I have to be to start writing memoirs, but I'll have a lot!
Last night, as I waited for the 92 at 9 and F NE, I joined a group of stealthy young thuggish types, complete with the obligatory malt liquor in a paper bag and black n mild cigar tucked behind ears. Dressed in patterned tights and wool miniskirt, I was certainly out of place, but really, how different from my morning commute is this? I was soon approached by an older, drunker, probably homeless man with a bottle in his hand, freestyle rapping as he staggered towards us. "Hey there, white lady," he said, offering his fist for the customary "terrorist fist jab" (compliments of Fox news circa June 2008). I responded, offering my fist in return. He quickly retracted his and leaped back exclaiming, "Aw, shit! I can't believe this motherfucka (me)."
Confused and amused, I faked disappointment at his public blow off, and asked what I ever did to him. He staggered off and began to hit on the only other female in the area.
Finally, one of the quieter of the original group tapped me on the shoulder, looked at me with genuine sympathy in his eyes, and asked if I was nervous being around all these black people. Ah, the 92.
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