Riding that Greyhound to bumville.

On the morning of January 8th, at approximately 12:30 A.M. Freddy's sister and brother in-law dropped us off at the Greyhound bus station, we were on our way  to Dallas to pick up Freddy's new truck.

I wasn't really sure what to expect, it took little time for me to become completely enthralled with watching the people around us. It was quite the eclectic group of people. The cool thing about the bus stop, same with the airport, you get new people to watch every so often. They come and wait for there bus, get on, new people arrive and leave or wait for their connecting bus.

We watched a woman super messed up get off the bus come in the back door and just kept on walking right out the front door, as the man who worked for the bus line tagged along behind with all of her belongings. He seemed very over the whole situation and handed off her belongings to the security guard. The security guard seated her and  she passed out within seconds. Then woke up scratching herself and kicking her shoes off...pretty sure she didn't make it where she was going that night.

We had the pleasure of meeting some guy who just got out of prison and just kept on rambling on the phone to his "baby mama." I only know this because when he wasn't talking to her, he was trying to talk to us. The bus driver only spoke Spanish and this confused him immensely.

We stopped in Austin and two stops in Dallas. We got off and the stop there seemed stranger than the one in San Antonio. We walked across the street to McDonald's to get some coffee and wait until we could call the guy who had the truck. We should have known by the cop cars out front that it wasn't your typical McDonalds. We walked in to homeless people filling up the booths, a cop on duty, that works there and chatting amongst themselves.

I witnessed some very strange things;
A man talking to himself, with his coffee in front of him along with a large stack of napkins, took a napkin wiped his butt with it and then proceeded to be oh, so kind as to wash the table with it.

A woman had a hash brown in hand, looked at it and said, "oh, the temptation," took a bite and then sang gospel tunes all through her meal.

The cleaning lady has a cop stand in the doorway while she cleans. They have to tell people frequently that they can't sleep there. It stinks in there.

I'm usually not a judgemental person and I guess that day maybe I was being. Or maybe completely fascinated and befuddled. I just don't understand how you get to that point. That is quite the point to get to, wiping your ass juice on a table that some unsuspecting person is going to sit down and eat on.

I guess my first trip to Dallas may be my last. I was not impressed with the urine and vomit smells, or the people that greeted us when we got there. I also find it quite strange that people just become desensitized to these things. This is just another reason that I am a small town girl and am very happy that I am where I'm from.
Peace.