Cocaine Princess here.I hope no one read this yesterday because by accident I published a very rough draft without even knowing and without proof reading it. Also there was a few minor details missing so I had to check my diary to remember.
Over twenty minutes had passed and no bus. Several buses passed but none were the 'S' bus. 'Mom we could have been to Bal Harbour by now,' I said. 'Look, I see another bus coming. If that isn't the 'S' bus we'll go back to the hotel and get a driver,' she promised. Inside I was hoping it wasn't but the bus started to slow down and it was the 'S' bus. I don't think the concierge knew how to tell time because the bus didn't come until after twenty five minutes. The bus driver opened its' door. 'What if the bus is all full and there's no seats left?' I asked. 'We won't know until we step aboard,' she answered while nudging me up the steps......
'Is this bus going to Bal Harbour Mall?' I asked. 'Lemme guess, this is your first time on one of these things?' he asked back. I don't know whatever gave him that impression. Maybe it was the Chanel handbag I was carrying? I nodded yes. 'Don't worry I'll get you there in one piece so have a seat and I'll give you a holler when I get there.' he said. 'Thank you,' I replied. The bus was nearly full with passengers but Mom and I found a seat for two in the middle of the bus. 'Mi amor where on earth do you think the driver is taking us?' mom questioned. 'I don't know, Tampa?' I replied. I began to fidget and asked 'what if we get bus-jacked?' 'Aye-yi-yi mi amor, please relax. We're not on a bus in Beruit. We're on a bus in Miami,' she answered while kissing me on the side of my head.
I'm looking around and observing the other passengers. Many on their way to work holding their thermoses others were drinking coffee, students holding their text books and several grandparents with their grand kids. In the back of the bus was a guy who just kept laughing every couple of minutes really loud.
The bus was making frequent stops, some riders were getting off and others were getting on which really annoyed me. I thought it would be a direct bus ride. One interesting person or I should say character came on board, a Hare Krishna. He made it a point to say hello to everyone by folding his two hands together and offering flower petals from the lei around his neck. Some accepted and some didn't. Those who refused, he placed a petal in their laps. When he came near us Mom politely gestured with her hand for him to just move along, she didn't even let him place a petal on mine or even her laps. The bus driver spoke in an angry and loud tone, 'I told you the last time I've had enough of your flower crap! It's making a mess on my bus!' (the passengers who refused dropped them on the floor) 'I am showing everyone the beauty of nature and its' floral reward.' The driver wasn't in the mood and gave him an ultimatum. 'Sit down or get off!' The Hare Krishna couldn't sit down because he couldn't find a seat. There were a few but the riders had their bags on the seat and they weren't rushing to remove it. So he had no choice but to grab onto, right now I have no idea what it's called. When I checked my diary, I wrote the rope thingy that's on the ceiling of the inside of a bus. With one hand he's holding onto it while with the other he was ringing his little bell and chanting something. Looking at him I made a quiet comment to mom, 'look at his head, it's so shiny and bronzed.' 'He probably spends the donation money at a tanning salon,' she quietly said back. I giggled and bit down on my lip so I wouldn't laugh.
Remember the guy in the back of the bus who kept laughing? He took off his left shoe and sock, I remember it was a burgundy colored sweat sock. He first kissed his sock and then began having a conversation with it. 'How have you been?....Yes I know it's been awhile....' This went on for several minutes. I looked at mom who suggested I ignore him as everyone else was doing. It gave me the impression it must be a normal and daily occurrence on buses or maybe just on the 'S' bus. Meanwhile the Hare Krishna began chanting even more loudly. 'Hey turn it down!' the driver yelled. He did but not by much. Meanwhile the guy with the sock continued to talk to it as if it was a real person. 'Yes I know it's been awhile but I'm here to further your cause.'
To Be Continued......
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
