Bus Nazi and No Sleep

I slept for thirty minutes last night. I am tired and my acid reflux is going crazy. My girlfriends parents think of me as a deterrent and don't recognize a single positive action. Maybe it is because they don't want me to be good enough for their daughter. They don't want to accept the fact that I know how to help her in ways they can't. It use to be a lot worse, maybe they are starting to warm up to the idea that we are good for each other, or that I am not stepping back no matter what they do.

I left the house, Martha's house, this morning and when I got to the Ave I realized that I have no bus fair. Shit, right?

I asked a few people if they had a buck. An old lady look really apologetic that she did not have one to spare. I asked a teen and he looked scared and guilty because he had one but didn't want to give it to me. The lady caught her bus and the teen walked away.

The bus came and I got on and asked the driver if I could get a free ride. He said, you didn't bring bus fare? somewhat surprised. I replied, no, is it ok if I ride free. He, it's your business if you want to break the law. I, is it ok with you though? He, it's your business if you want to break the law and board without paying.

I assumed that meant he wouldn't do anything about it. Right, as if I am that lucky.

Everything looks fine, no trouble. The driver makes all the routine stops. Then, I notice him briefly use the radio. Hmmmmm.... I had heard stories about people getting outrageous tickets for not paying bus fare, but that would never happen to me, right?

So I ignored it. Then I started to get antsy. I would watch as we pulled up to each stop to see if there was a cop waiting to snag me.

None. Not until my stop.

I look out the window and there standing at the stop is metro security. He is eyeing everyone on the bus. Looking for, well I am guessing he was looking for me. I walk out past him fast, making sure not to be conspicuous. I lit a cig, got on the escalator that led up to the street and watched as he spun in circles on the bus, looking, for me. I started to walk fast up the escalator. He began walking towards the front of the bus, as if to talk to the driver.

I was out of sight, the bus had left but now I see another one of those fuckers. Talk about  fucking power trip. The guy lets me on the bus so he can report me for not paying. What the hell does he get out of that? A bonus? Or maybe he is just sick and that stuff gives him a hard-on.