Lester, You Poor Bastard
Drunken man on bus to woman on street who just exited bus: Thirty six Fremont. That’s the address. Where is it?
Woman on street: [something inaudible]
Frizzy blonde seated at middle of bus: [opens window as bus pulls away] Hey! You better not sleep with him! He’s my man and I got HIV!
Woman on street: What?
Frizzy blonde: Lester! We been together five years, just sayin’, you better not do him. Keep it real!
Drunken man: [yelling indecipherable things from back of bus]
Frizzy blonde: [staring straight ahead] Lester, trying to be gettin’ in some woman’s pants, gonna get yo’self killed!
Drunken man: Evvvvery day. Every DAY!
Frizzy blonde: [still staring straight ahead] Gonna get yo’self in jail for Christmas!
Observer: [to seatmate] Wait, is Lester on this bus?
On the 5A downtown
Overheard by bipedalist.
