The nausea is not improving.
So my first bus goes past low income apartments. You get the whole spectrum of passengers.
A heavily made up woman, hair, nails, clothes all done up to impress. Tight and sleazy which is a bad look as weighs at least what I do. She gets on, doesn't pay, says "He has it". A man follows her, he is dressed in one of those "leisure sweatsuits" they wear in the ghetto. It is apparent neither is going to work. He doesn't pay either and sits next to her. She is obviously angry at him and asks why he did that.
He points at me and says "She's so big she takes up all the seats". She laughed which encouraged him to make more comments about my weight. Wondering aloud where I'm going. Like I'm going to tell them. Her phone rang and she put it on speaker.
It is her CPS caseworker wanting to know why she missed her last appointment. The woman laughs silently with her boyfriend, smirks, whines that "Something came up". The caseworker is also discussing why she got fired from her last job and is she looking for work.
The woman tells her "You're breaking up I'm going to go.". Then the two of them loudly speculating on where I'm going and what bus I'm going to take. "Why won't she tell us?!". Why SHOULD I?!
He starts saying I should have got up and moved because he was black.
You get the idea
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