More Right Revisited

So there I was, sitting in my seat when a guy plopped down next to me. The trouble with that is that he sat turned diagonally and took up both his seat and part of mine. Since I'm a relatively small guy, this is not uncommon. It's still really annoying, though. On top of that, he needed a shower.

Sadly, he got into a very loud conversation with the older woman across the aisle who needed a better bra. That's all I'm going to say about that topic, but they were practically yelling about illegal immigrants, church affiliations, and some other things I was trying my hardest to drown out with Alice Cooper. I think I need to get some nicer headphones that block out external noises a little better than these do; I'm afraid that one of these days there'll be a conversation I want to avoid so badly that I'll damage my hearing while trying to escape. I'd suggest a topic here, but I'm certain that some of you would bring it up just to bug me.

Which leads me to something I saw in school a lot. It seems like the people who talked the loudest usually didn't have even a vague clue of what they were talking about so loudly. Like these two people on the bus. And then you have that famous tiff between William F Buckley and
Gore Vidal. Both bright guys, but they were also sanctimonious, self-righteous pricks.

There's a guy at the station, mid-forties, who's been reading a presumably dry book (it looks like a textbook) on market forces or something to do with economics. I've seen him the last few days
reading the same thing, but today, he was reading at the station, facing the shady part where all the sane people wait. (I'm taking laps around the station in the sun, remember?)

Well, in the cooler shaded center, there are these two girls in their late teens, wearing clothes that highlight their gifts. One was wearing a summery dress with a low plunge neckline and the other one had an outfit that showed off her young, incredibly flat stomach. Both very nice, but I was busy walking and taking mental notes for this blog post. I noticed that the guy was doing less reading than gawking in their direction and was curious to see if anything happened from it.

On my way back around a couple of laps later, I saw that he'd moved to "read" while sitting on the same bench as they were. Not only that, but it looked like he was trying to chat them up! Smiling and chatting. There was some nodding when the girls talked. He was keeping a polite distance, but trying to cozy up. They were so out of his league and way too young for him, but I can't fault the guy for trying. In the end, he got on the bus with me and they didn't, so it apparently ended. Most good things do.