so what if I’m judging books a little
Rush hour commuting here is way better than at home because you get to people watch, like I did yesterday.
For example, on this ride I was sitting in front of:
Wanna be rapper guy acting out what any snoop/tupac/biggie video shoulda/coulda looked like if he was starring in it next to weird-attractive nerd guy flashing his French novel being all, “I read in foreign languages,” who brushed puffy coat elbows with sleepy Latin lady kept awake by a seeming stranger standing in front of her asking questions, all of which she responded to with, “Que?,” all while knee-to-knee with an unaffected-by-it-all hip hop diva girl riding alongside her blinged-out gangsta of a boyfriend.
Speaking of stereotypes, the same words can mean totally different things depending on who’s saying them, as in:
This is poetic and cool, whereas this:
is creepy and unacceptable.
Judge me if you want. I’m just killing time.
