a description of the amazing and exciting adventures i have here in baltimore--- and other lies.

 
Riding on the MTA is always good for a laugh. Usually, my motus moveri is the bus, and I always have a good time waiting and riding. One such example is this sparkling conversation:
Stereotypical Hamdenesque, Slightly Tipsy Woman: Boy, shure is wet tonight. Wet and damp.
Me: (no response)
SHSTW: You know, in Las Vegas it never rains. What, it ray-ins onluh two times a year. That must be paradise!
Me: hmmmmhmmm.
SHSTW: I want to move to Nevada. Do you think I could move to Nevada? Do you think they have jobs there? Do you think that anyone works in that place and someone can get a job and be workin' in that place in the desert?
Me: Well, the Nevadans have the jobs.
SHSTW: Must be paradise living in a place you can get a job. You know though, you can get cancer. John Wayne got cancer, so did all the people who were in that film he was in, when they were shootin' it? They all got cancer, because they were right next to the place where they had those nuklear bombs. Allovem. Got cancer. John Wayne died 'cos of that cancer. Cancer kills. You know that? Cancer kills. (Takes puff of cigarette.)
(pauses)
MMMMMMMMM. Must be paradise in Nevada, with no rain.



It became paradise for me when the bus came and she stopped talking.

posted by gregorio at 9:44 PM