Life on the streets

I went for an explore this afternoon, and on the way home I experienced the following:

  • On the return leg of the trip I transferred to a different bus downtown, and as it arrived and I made for it there was a woman lying on the sidewalk seizing. People were approaching her so I didn’t stop, and anyway there’s always a heavy police presence in the area because it’s an open air drug den. A block away is the McDonalds where there was a mass shooting a few years ago.
  • I sat on the first front-facing seat and a woman sat in front of me in the side-facing seat. She had a paper bag from which she took some fired battered chunks of something, fish or chicken, and a little tub of sauce, and she proceeded to pull some of the batter off each chunk, dip it in the sauce, and eat it, then dip the bits of batter in the sauce and eat those, then lick her fingers. There were quite a few chunks and she ate them all. She was maybe a foot away from me and the smell was nauseating, not to mention the sight.
  • I did another transfer at the big stop outside KEXP, just up the block from Climate Pledge Arena. It’s a nice place to transfer because while waiting you can use the rest rooms at KEXP, get some water, get warm or dry or both. I got some water then wandered up the street to the corner and just as I got there a maniac on a bike crossed from the other side at speed, heading right for me. I stopped walking and he gave me a little thank you wave, as if I’d done it to be nice. I’d done it so that he wouldn’t smash my skull on the sidewalk.
  • There was a guy in front of one of the bus stop benches leaning over with his face almost on the bench and his butt in the air, with his pants falling off. He was kind of weaving back and forth and making cryptic gestures.

All this was in the space of 20 minutes.

Sometimes big city living is a bit much.

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