Gotta love this city.
For those of you who have never visited our fair city, I'm here to tell you, it has its quirks. Something here I have found entertaining is that the distance of a single block can completely change a neighborhood. One street may be perfectly fine, I'd walk down it after dark without a second thought. The next street over, you could get knifed for just being the wrong shade of the wrong color.
It being that the cost of gas is now such that the tank of gas I would need to get me to work and back for a week costs more than a monthly bus pass, I bus to work and back most days. Fortunately, living in the city makes this practical, and doable with one transfer downtown.
From downtown, to get home, there are several routes I can take home which run a block or two from my place. Bus 27 or 28 up Broadway has reasonably normal humans, with the occasional homeless guy smelling of urine and booze, screaming toddlers, and, when I'm really lucky, a couple shrieking their private problems at each other. Taking bus 17 or 19 up Westminster can be more interesting, since the neighborhoods they run through are, to put it mildly, rougher.
The scene last night on the ride home:
There I sat, on the bus, in one of the seats facing the aisle, three teenage boys standing in front of me. As the designers of the bus had a sick sense of humor, this put their crotches pretty much in headbutting range. Every last one of them was wearing their pants halfway down their asses, held on by, near as I could tell, nothing but friction and the collective "dear God, I don't want to SEE" prayers of my fellow passengers.
I was debating striking up a conversation with the young lady beside me, saying how wonderful it is that the prison culture of young gay men advertising their willingness to take it up the ass by wearing their pants at half mast has emboldened those of a like mind on the outside to adopt the fashion. However, I realized that she was staring... and admiring...
When is that apocalypse, again? I'll bring the marshmallows...
:lulz:
Seriously, what is the matter with people who wear their pants like that??
Also, wasn't there this standup comedian guy (forgot his name) making jokes about this style a decade ago, shouldn't it have gotten old by now?
Quote from: Triple Zero on January 12, 2012, 05:51:52 PM
:lulz:
Seriously, what is the matter with people who wear their pants like that??
Also, wasn't there this standup comedian guy (forgot his name) making jokes about this style a decade ago, shouldn't it have gotten old by now?
Yes, it should have, Trip.
Here's the funny thing. Back then their pants weren't even hanging that low in comparison to today. In 2015 we won't have hoverboards, we'll have hover pants, that just kinda float about your kneecaps without making any sort of contact with your knickers at all.
In that one movie by those Wayans Brothers, Don't Be A Menace To South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood, from 1996, they made fun of that very trend.
I used to think there wasn't much less attractive than one of these mouthbreathers hitching up his pants every three steps, until one of them ajusted his pants DOWNWARD, while standing in front of my bus seat.
Quote from: Luna on January 12, 2012, 06:14:18 PM
I used to think there wasn't much less attractive than one of these mouthbreathers hitching up his pants every three steps, until one of them ajusted his pants DOWNWARD, while standing in front of my bus seat.
That's when you say: "Sorry, but I don't have any dollar bills."
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on January 12, 2012, 07:42:04 PM
Quote from: Luna on January 12, 2012, 06:14:18 PM
I used to think there wasn't much less attractive than one of these mouthbreathers hitching up his pants every three steps, until one of them ajusted his pants DOWNWARD, while standing in front of my bus seat.
That's when you say: "Sorry, but I don't have any dollar bills."
Then drop a dollar's worth of change (out of my purse, which has been out in the cold waiting for the goddamn bus for a half hour, and so should be nicely chilled) down the front of his pants.
If I'm gonna get stabbed on the bus, I WILL get my money's worth for it.
I can't express how much I hate those low hanging pants.
Hip hop music seems to encourage it. UGH.
Quote from: Sir Squid Diddimus on January 13, 2012, 02:13:25 AM
I can't express how much I hate those low hanging pants.
Hip hop music seems to encourage it. UGH.
I should start doing that. Everyone could see the forested granduer that is allegedly my asscrack.
Why do I post shit like that? :vom:
So I can taste my dinner TWICE
It's like recycling only it comes out the same end it goes in!
Quote from: Sir Squid Diddimus on January 13, 2012, 02:25:01 AM
It's like recycling only it comes out the same end it goes in!
And less calories!
Just wait til I tell you about this parasitic infection I picked up!
And, it's a diet aid! :vom:
It's like I told you yesterday after you told me this, Luna, about my Monday experience at the Kennedy Plaza Subway. Everything that is wrong (or perhaps, right?) with Providence was right there while I was eating lunch. I was surrounded by the dregs of humanity that make this city the East Coast Mecca of Weird.
The four Long Island girls...sharing stories about how they all lied about going to school in Boston so they wouldn't be embarrassed by telling their friends at home that they went to school here. (Granted, they went to Jay-Woo, that's enough of an insult of character.)
The fat chick, who went back to the counter not once, but twice, with a mostly-eaten sandwich to tell them she didn't like it and wanted another one for free.
The old lady who shoved me, and cut in line, using the excuse, "I'm old, and I have rights." To which I simply cut in front of her, and said, "I'm the generation you hate, but I was still here first."
Then, of course, she tried to sit next to me. That was funny.
And to think, that's only my corner of the crazy I saw, while you experienced the joys of RIPTA lines serving Olneyville. Think of the crazy Richter sees during his morning commute, or the zealots that harassed my roommate the other day when she was walking to Walgreens for a pack of smokes.
I'm still a firm believer that Lovecraft and Poe simply wrote what they saw from College Hill...Maybe it's a good thing we can't see as far from Federal Hill, well, except for the ghetto on Smith Hill, but we only go there for 2 things: IHOP and the brew store.
Did you know Providence has seven hills? Just like Rome. Only instead of Aventine, Caelian, Capitoline, Esquiline, Palatine, Quirinal, and Viminal, it's Federal (Richter and I), College (Lovecraft), Constitution (North End I believe), Weybosset (Cathedral downtown), Christian (You and the castle), Tockwotton (Fox Point) and Smith (VA and the ghettoooo).
Yeah, shocked the shit out of me when I heard, too. Coincidences to the ancients are always a bit too common in these parts. Be it Ancient gods or Ancient civ, there's something binding us, and the weird, here to Roger William's great religious experiment.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 13, 2012, 02:27:49 AM
Quote from: Sir Squid Diddimus on January 13, 2012, 02:25:01 AM
It's like recycling only it comes out the same end it goes in!
And less calories!
Just wait til I tell you about this parasitic infection I picked up!
Tell me more about your weight loss program!