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Oh Stinky Commuter Boy

I pick up strangers.

At the bus stop.

So that I can ride in the HOV lane downtown, thereby saving myself about an hour in the morning/evening.

So this morning I pick up this roughneck dude. I swear I was getting serial killer vibe from him. He seemed nervous and waited for a while before he put on his seat belt.

It's weird to pick up people because you are driving so you can't really take too long of a look at them, much less stare at them long enough to be able to give a description to a sketch artist if they attack you. I don't like that part of it.

The dude. Well. He stink. He stinks bad, like a kinder, gentler version of a homeless man. That kind of stink that mixes sweat, no shower, and cigarettes.

He had a supreme twangy accent. I couldn't tell exactly from where, but in later conversation, I find out Georgia. I also find out he's a plumber, just started his own business, is married to his third wife, lives in a place called Peekaboo, Texas, broke two ribs slipping on the porch of his trailer home two weeks ago ("slipped on some slime"), and he has a neighbor who had his arm ripped off in an industrial accident.

We come to a stoplight and I take a gander at him. And he's like freakishly good looking. He's got some major cuts to his face and a big ol big ol scar on his neck. Like about .5 inch thick and about 2 inches long.

But he's got a rugged man face that is both sweet and scared. Like the early version of Pre-Passion of the Jesus Mel Gibson

Wonder if he realized just how bad he stank? I sprayed perfume in my car and rolled down the windows when he got out.

Weird that he was that good looking, yet near hobo all at the same time.

Posted by debutaunt at July 25, 2005 12:12 PM