i am never so alone as when i am waiting for the bus

JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST ARE YA GONNA STOP FOR EVERY FUCKIN' PEDESTRIAN DUDE?!!! i look up. there is a person crossing the street, neatly traversing the marshmallow stripes. crosswalks always make me think of marshmallow fluff, which i haven't had since i was a kid. there is a minivan behind an SUV. there is an older woman with a leathery face and a brown ponytail who is gesticulating behind the wheel. she is the one who shrieked. i laugh out loud and turn to look at the young woman who is also waiting. she is wearing an olive drab jacket that looks vaguely military, a coarse sooty gray skirt, red rimmed black sunglasses, and cherry red lipstick. she is leaning against the belmont's puce colored brick, her earbuds black & in. her head tilts slightly in my direction but she does not smile, she does not grin. we won't be sharing this moment. it is warm & sunny. i can see my bus just up the street and i sigh with relief, for i am never so alone as when i am waiting for the bus.