Have you ever wondered why....
This is gonna be a yucky post,but hey i care a shit..literally,i do..
Seattle in some ways reminds me of Madras..your life after a while begins to revolve arnd the metro..
Ohh,will I be able to make the 8.25...never mind,let me read some more cinesouth.com masala...whoz gonna notice if i walk in at 9 or 9.30..
I hav to make the 6.45,otherwise its a 30-minute wait in perhaps the dingiest bus-stop in the whole of downtown Seattle..which is sayin something..since to my newbie eye,the whole downtown seems kinda dingy anyway..
Newayz..the point is you get so dependent on the Bus system arnd here..which is gud..its cheap,its frequent,atleast for most of the times...and its faster than walkin..
But my rumination is....the bus-stops..
i guess its unfair to expect the King County administration to enforce stricter sanitation laws near the bus-stops..but when the culprit literally flies away..theres not much they can do..
Let me elucidate..it was a warm saturday afternoon..i had to take the bus at the International District Center - which by the way,should hav been named Chinese District Center...for everywhr u turn,you are greeted by chinese,millions and millions of them..they rule the place...newayz,more on tat in later posts,i was waitin at a bus-stop where the name bus-stop is only justified by the fact that there is a board with the list of buses that stop thr..and by some magical twist of fate,long-swerving buses gyrate their mid-riffs and stop there almost always on time..
...but on tat fateful day,the bus was runnin tad late,and i,unaccustomed to waitin for buses,decided to kill time by strikin a cool slantin pose on the wall near the stop,the little streaks of white shld hav given me a clue..but since i was payin less attention to the wall and more to the cute chinese chick..who by the way,had a digi-cam smaller than her..well,her-you know wat...i even thought she parted her lips ever so little to give me the slightest of smiles...when...........
SPOLAAAAAAAAAAATTTTCCCCCCHHHHHHHHH....
...my favorite and certainly one of my last-remainin clean T-shirts adorned a fresh new design..a greenish blackish whitish stinkin gooey substance...2 cents and the T-shirt free to the person who can guess what it was..
i looked up...and there it was,a big fat grey !@#@#%$%&^$%^** pigeon..our eyes met..words unspoken,the meanin was clear..
enga peattaikku vandhu enga area figure-aye sight adikariya...chiyya vokiya..achiyamachaka..thak som boone...thonglaan sing sing..chinkista mankishta..mankishta payashta..
.....i was beaten,clearly out-numbered,my rovin eyes were greeted by the sight of a few dozen big fat croonies of him,who had suddenly converged around the small bus stop,gearin up for perhaps the meanest gang-fight ever in the Seattle Intl. District area...i dint know wat to do...i had to escape and yet save face,i couldnt lose to a pigeon,even though it mite know kung-fu..when suddenly...my bus arrived..meanderin slowly to the stop,the message was clear,my path laid out for me...i quickly tore my pirated,printed copy of How to Double your Dates and wiped my shirt...the chinese girl was smilin at me..not to mention most of the people arnd the area..and i smiled bak weakly at her..and the only thing tat came to my mind was...
Have you ever wondered why..Pigeons dont do it squatting down....
...its almost as though they dont hav the time for it..
...does the in-flight motion help the ******-process...
...oops,gotta take off,,here,take some s*** ya fat hag..
...ohh,theres a nice wall,lets paint some anal-mural on it...
..its gross,but me still wonderin abt it,,,are they tryin to prove a point...
in life,u never know when SH*T happens...
more later..
Seattle in some ways reminds me of Madras..your life after a while begins to revolve arnd the metro..
Ohh,will I be able to make the 8.25...never mind,let me read some more cinesouth.com masala...whoz gonna notice if i walk in at 9 or 9.30..
I hav to make the 6.45,otherwise its a 30-minute wait in perhaps the dingiest bus-stop in the whole of downtown Seattle..which is sayin something..since to my newbie eye,the whole downtown seems kinda dingy anyway..
Newayz..the point is you get so dependent on the Bus system arnd here..which is gud..its cheap,its frequent,atleast for most of the times...and its faster than walkin..
But my rumination is....the bus-stops..
i guess its unfair to expect the King County administration to enforce stricter sanitation laws near the bus-stops..but when the culprit literally flies away..theres not much they can do..
Let me elucidate..it was a warm saturday afternoon..i had to take the bus at the International District Center - which by the way,should hav been named Chinese District Center...for everywhr u turn,you are greeted by chinese,millions and millions of them..they rule the place...newayz,more on tat in later posts,i was waitin at a bus-stop where the name bus-stop is only justified by the fact that there is a board with the list of buses that stop thr..and by some magical twist of fate,long-swerving buses gyrate their mid-riffs and stop there almost always on time..
...but on tat fateful day,the bus was runnin tad late,and i,unaccustomed to waitin for buses,decided to kill time by strikin a cool slantin pose on the wall near the stop,the little streaks of white shld hav given me a clue..but since i was payin less attention to the wall and more to the cute chinese chick..who by the way,had a digi-cam smaller than her..well,her-you know wat...i even thought she parted her lips ever so little to give me the slightest of smiles...when...........
SPOLAAAAAAAAAAATTTTCCCCCCHHHHHHHHH....
...my favorite and certainly one of my last-remainin clean T-shirts adorned a fresh new design..a greenish blackish whitish stinkin gooey substance...2 cents and the T-shirt free to the person who can guess what it was..
i looked up...and there it was,a big fat grey !@#@#%$%&^$%^** pigeon..our eyes met..words unspoken,the meanin was clear..
enga peattaikku vandhu enga area figure-aye sight adikariya...chiyya vokiya..achiyamachaka..thak som boone...thonglaan sing sing..chinkista mankishta..mankishta payashta..
.....i was beaten,clearly out-numbered,my rovin eyes were greeted by the sight of a few dozen big fat croonies of him,who had suddenly converged around the small bus stop,gearin up for perhaps the meanest gang-fight ever in the Seattle Intl. District area...i dint know wat to do...i had to escape and yet save face,i couldnt lose to a pigeon,even though it mite know kung-fu..when suddenly...my bus arrived..meanderin slowly to the stop,the message was clear,my path laid out for me...i quickly tore my pirated,printed copy of How to Double your Dates and wiped my shirt...the chinese girl was smilin at me..not to mention most of the people arnd the area..and i smiled bak weakly at her..and the only thing tat came to my mind was...
Have you ever wondered why..Pigeons dont do it squatting down....
...its almost as though they dont hav the time for it..
...does the in-flight motion help the ******-process...
...oops,gotta take off,,here,take some s*** ya fat hag..
...ohh,theres a nice wall,lets paint some anal-mural on it...
..its gross,but me still wonderin abt it,,,are they tryin to prove a point...
in life,u never know when SH*T happens...
more later..
posted by deesarus at 9:38 PM
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