the bus driver pulls over at the next stop. the man immediately goes to the back of the bus. the driver gets out and secures the bike. as well drive off, i hear the man's voice saying: "he went to fix the damn bike, put it right!" he was on a cell phone. i didn't hear all of his conversation, but at one point he says, "linkin park only had two good songs that i know of! i mean, do you know any more?" we get to his stop and he gets out and takes his bike off the rack then throws it down onto the grass next to the sidewalk hard so that it lands on its side and goes back to the rack. when i take a closer look at the bike, i can see that the seat is gone. the man is feeling around the rack for the seat. he throws up his hands and smiles at the bus driver, it's nowhere to be found. somewhere there is a bicycle seat sitting in the middle of the road. i had the bus drop me off at the liquor store, where i bought a bottle of vodka. |
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