Bus Series #1: Window-Licker

Today I saw Window-Licker on the bus and reminded myself that I wanted to write a blog about him. I had not gotten around to it, but since there are several bus stories I wish to tell you about, I think I will start with this one.

I got on the bus one day to make my way downtown, as I do regularily. November happends to be a messy time of year, and OC Transpo is forever in dept and so cleans buses minimally. By this you would expect that windows might get quite dirty. Well on this particular bus, the windows where dirty on the out side, making it hard to see, but also frost on the interior prohibited vision further.

The bus was quite full, and i stood, looking at this one particular man who was so thin that he just floated in his clothing. A real bum. Real sad looking. So here I am feeling sorry for the poor guy, who pokes his head around like a pigeon would, when he decides he needs to see out this window. He uses the side of his fist -pinky-side to the window -and removes the frost. But this doesn't matter since there is still dirt on the other side.

He is defeated. But apon noticing that his hand is dirty (visible at my rang) he begins to lick his hand! And KEEPS licking, even after he sticks out his tongue in distaste and makes a scrunchy face. No word of a lie, I was gagging, seriously resisting the urge to throw-up on the bus. I imaging the flavor of dirt and random people's oils and sweat must taste something along the lines of bitter salty. Some flavor, anyhow, that I think would prompt most individuals to halt licking -even those who would delve to actually lick it in the first place!