All Psychotics Day
The calendar must be in error. I ran into no saints today, but psychotics braketed my visit to the doctor this morning.
The #5 South Ave bus is loaded with college in the mornings along with people going to DSS and the county hospital. It was standing-room-only when I boarded at Main St.
Just past the last downtown stop, a woman in the back started wailing. Not just crying, but wailing. This rapidly turned into flailing about, shouting at people no-one else could see and in roughly two minutes, she had cleared the entire back of the bus. I got damned cozy in the front.
Leaving the doc’s, a grandfatherly-looking mad was waiting at the stop. I said hello and made a comment about the brickwork between the sidewalk and the curb which had caved-in. He immediately started yelling, screaming at me about how stupid I am and got in my face poking his finger at me about something I was just too shocked to comprehend.
I turned and walked “upstream” to the next stop so I could be on the bus and seated way in the back before he got on. Apparently, the bus didn’t come fast enough for him. When we went by the stop, it was empty. A block “downstream”, there he was, racing to the next stop a block away. The driver didn’t stop to wait. What goes around comes around, I guess.
