People on the Bus
At the bus stop, an Asian girl in her 20s or so who, after she had finished her cell phone conversation, got bored with waiting on the bus, walked to the hill behind the bus stop, and started writing a giant "HELLO!" in the snow with her feet.
At the back of the bus, an overweight Asian guy who sat slouching in his seat and eating his boogers.
A self-consciously Gen-Y-trying-to-be-Gen-X caucasian girl across from me who wore black converse high-top sneakers, rainbow-striped tights, and a fuzzy red hat, and carried a rainbow-colored Care Bears backpack.
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Conversations from the group of teenagers on the train:
Girl: Is your penis really that important to you?
Guy 1: What do you mean?
Girl: The way you talk about it. Is it really that important to you?
Guy 1: Well, yeah! Of course!
Girl: I don't understand. It must be a guy thing.
Guy 1: Ask them.
Guy 2: Yeah it's important.
Guy 3: Yeah, man. I'd die without it.
Girl: You wouldn't die without it.
Guy 3: No, but I'd kill myself without it.
Girl: You'd kill yourself. Seriously.
Guy 1: Yeah, think about it. The whole rest of your life, you could never have sex again.
Girl: [pauses] Um, okay. So?
All Guys: SO?!?
Guy 2: And meanwhile, she's thinking, [in mock female voice] "Oh my God! And it's only been, like a week! What would I do?!?"
Girl: Shut up. No, it's not that important.
Guy 1: You'd give up sex forever then?
Girl: Well, not willingly, but I wouldn't kill myself over it either.
Guy 3: Crazy.
Guy 3: Crazy.
Then later on in the train station, coming up the elevator.
Girl: EVERYONE knows someone named Jim.
Guy 1: Yeah, I have like four friends named Jim.
Guy 3: I only know one Jim, but that's still someone.
Girl: I know, right? I have SEVEN friends named Jim. I think it's one of those things.
Guy 2: [scoff] Well, I don't know a Jim.
Random Guy on Other Escalator: Heh heh. My name's Jim. Glad to meet you.
Girl: See?!? Hi, Jim, my name is Anna, and this is Greg.
Random Guy on Other Escalator: Hi Anna, pleased to meet you. Pleased to meet you too, Greg.
Guy 2: [to girl, hushed] That still doesn't count, you know.
At the back of the bus, an overweight Asian guy who sat slouching in his seat and eating his boogers.
A self-consciously Gen-Y-trying-to-be-Gen-X caucasian girl across from me who wore black converse high-top sneakers, rainbow-striped tights, and a fuzzy red hat, and carried a rainbow-colored Care Bears backpack.
* * *
Conversations from the group of teenagers on the train:
Girl: Is your penis really that important to you?
Guy 1: What do you mean?
Girl: The way you talk about it. Is it really that important to you?
Guy 1: Well, yeah! Of course!
Girl: I don't understand. It must be a guy thing.
Guy 1: Ask them.
Guy 2: Yeah it's important.
Guy 3: Yeah, man. I'd die without it.
Girl: You wouldn't die without it.
Guy 3: No, but I'd kill myself without it.
Girl: You'd kill yourself. Seriously.
Guy 1: Yeah, think about it. The whole rest of your life, you could never have sex again.
Girl: [pauses] Um, okay. So?
All Guys: SO?!?
Guy 2: And meanwhile, she's thinking, [in mock female voice] "Oh my God! And it's only been, like a week! What would I do?!?"
Girl: Shut up. No, it's not that important.
Guy 1: You'd give up sex forever then?
Girl: Well, not willingly, but I wouldn't kill myself over it either.
Guy 3: Crazy.
Guy 3: Crazy.
Then later on in the train station, coming up the elevator.
Girl: EVERYONE knows someone named Jim.
Guy 1: Yeah, I have like four friends named Jim.
Guy 3: I only know one Jim, but that's still someone.
Girl: I know, right? I have SEVEN friends named Jim. I think it's one of those things.
Guy 2: [scoff] Well, I don't know a Jim.
Random Guy on Other Escalator: Heh heh. My name's Jim. Glad to meet you.
Girl: See?!? Hi, Jim, my name is Anna, and this is Greg.
Random Guy on Other Escalator: Hi Anna, pleased to meet you. Pleased to meet you too, Greg.
Guy 2: [to girl, hushed] That still doesn't count, you know.