Super jerk on the 12 line

this lady on a bus near the airport was loudly talking on the phone about how she spent the morning stealing handbags from Burlington coat factory.
It was there that she managed to lose her wallet.
She listed all the things she lost...bus pass, ID, five bux cash, food stamp card.
She was livid.
Guess who she was blaming?
The store she had been stealing from!
"OOOH Burlington is gonna pay fer dis!...I gotta start from scratch and get all new shit...and when I'm done...I'm gonna rage on Burlington....I'm gonna steal all day shit!"
What an chump, my kids were right there with me and caught all of her stupid conversation.
I want to keep the idea of theft being an option out of my kids life thank you.
Teachable moment for the kids. That lady is the posterchild of everyone who likes to think people on foodstamps are all crooks and scams.
I hope the lady gets it together.

devils?

carefully transcribed from a bantering madman on the way to Beaverton:
"Dear John muther****er, not yer uncle, the one from the bible, book of revalashins sir...Dear John
the apocalypse didn't happen in 95 like you said, time to wrap it up buddy, bible over!"

Guy on the Max going into pioneer square

Guy on the Max from the Rose Quarter, about to hit Pioneer square, it's about 7:pm.
He spots a brilliantly colored punker boy with a mohawk charged up like an exotic bird.
The man looks at the kid long enough for the kid to get creeped out and says
"So is there a scene in Portland nowadays?"
I remembered myself being that punk type kid, many years ago, getting questioned
and being equally at a loss for words.
"What?"
"The scene man, the punk scene, I used to be a punk here back in the day, I was wondering if there was still a scene."
"Um... I don't know."
"Oh yeah (the guy looks the kid up and down until I'm actually creeped out) I been in the joint for 15 years, is the xray still around?"
The kid gets big eyed and said 
"The punks like to hang out at the waterfront at thebattleship."
Then the punk got off right away.
So did I.

I saw three dogs on the bus in a month, YAY DOG!

I also saw a guy with at least a 8.5 inch neck from one side to the other, he felt me watching him and covered up before I could actually whip out a ruler.
This one lady near the bus stop had no problem with me gawking and pointing, she let me put a camera in her chest.

On the #15 bus

(A 30 year old man in a suit talking to a teen girl about the marker writing on her jeans)
"Excuse me miss, what does the "F.O.A.D. on you pants mean?"
"Fuck Off And Die."
They both sat in silence the rest of the trip.
This is why I started this blog,
 I hate wasting this kind of stuff.

just the sound of the trains electricity and the rumble bumple

crazy, iv'e been on at least seven transit trips around town and no good ones yet, I'm still searching...TRY HARDER PORTLAND!

This lady didn't say anything...

At the Max train near the bus mall headed to the Rose Quarter, a very heavyset woman stepped onto the train.
She labored up the steep steps, she was dressed in midnight blue garb from head to toe.
As she got to the top of the steps a stiff, arctic, breeze blew up from behind her and filled the whole car with the sickest sweet smell ever.
She filled the bus with the smell of sweat and perfume,
 I saw the invisible wave of unpleasantness pour across the car, she seemed to notice too, clearly embarrassed, she retreated back out of the car and onto another.
I felt bad for her.