Would A Cannibal Drool At This Sight?
A particular bus ride I took last week is stuck in my head. It’s significant because of the people who got on.
First was the girl with the abnormally wide hips. I admired her shoes and her jeans, really, before I noticed that they were larger than normal. And it was just her hips that were large. Her waist was normal, her breasts were a proportionate size to her body, her feet would look huge on my body type, but looked fine on her. She was not overweight or even flabby anywhere. The funny thing was that I just noticed- and wasn’t disgusted or anything- and noted that she might be the same big-hips girl who crushed on J’s best friend right before we started dating. She was talking to a member of her parental unit on her cell. I didn’t hear anything specific in her conversation, but she had that insulted/tolerant/patiently loving look that I’ve seen on many a face that only comes with talking with a parent.
Then comes this giant among men. He reminded me immediately of a lighter-haired, clean-shaven Rupert in the Harry Potter world. That’s not special effects, people. That’s just body type. He could feel me studying him, and he was tolerant of it, but felt slightly angry about it. He would have yelled something if that day was a bad one for him. Instead, he was pleasantly talking with the people around him. I like bus-riders like him who interact with those around them instead of cutting themselves off with MP3s or by ignoring everyone.
Then there’s Burn Girl. She’s recognizable because she walks around with this inapproprately-large spray bottle full of water in her hands. She holds it like one would hold a kitten. She’s also recognizable because she’s got a guarded look on her face, but she’ll talk to anyone who looks at her. I was one of those people one day. She lifted her sleeve to show me a rather severe burn and then said the doctor who had looked at her that day told her to tell everyone about this burn of hers. She also said the doctor told her to spray herself with this water so she wouldn’t get overheated and to tell everyone about that too. I can’t quite tell if she’s mildly metally handicapped or just really, really frank and friendly. I’m happy she didn’t see me in case she felt compelled to tell someone else about her burn. I was sitting in the back, quietly observing.