Friday Mornings

From yesterday:
This morning, Colorado smelled like vaguely salty mold. This morning, Colorado smelled like Oregon. I was thinking this as I made my way to the bus station. I'd had a pleasant morning, only tripping on Dylan twice, only spilling a bit of coffee grounds, and leaving roughly on time. All thoughts of salty mold were banished as I was instantly accosted by two campaigners at the bus station. My "NO" hand popped up to make some space for me and I mentally noted the politician's name because I was going to…complain to the bus station people!

My entire ride to the University was filled with mental rehearsals of how I'd present this. For me, it doesn't matter which party (if any) people belong to. It does matter if I'm quickly surrounded by wildly talking strangers thrusting things at me at 6:54-in-the-damn-morning. I wonder what this politician's stance on speed is, as his campaigners seemed pretty hopped up on something.

Still thinking about this while on the light rail, an ass suddenly appeared in front of my face. Some lady, being led ass-first, was aiming for the seat next to me that I'd absent-mindedly set my little plant on. Ass Lady was going to squish my plant! I scooped it up barely in time, managing to miss her cheeks, and completely lost my thought process about politicians. As she was iPodding-it, she said nothing. I then started noticing how everyone on the train was backing ass-first past other passengers to get a seat. I know we sit ass-first, but I'm talking about standing in an aisle and leading with the butt past strangers. It's weird.

I started wondering what that said about people in Denver and wondering if it said anything about Americans. It's as if our collective ass is bravely heading out into the world, seeking out soft and squishy landing places. It could also say something about who wins in an election with a constituency of ass-leaders. This, luckily, returned me to previous thoughts of politicians harassing me while I stood in line for a bus. As I left the train, I glared at Ass Lady for almost squishing my plant and, as she was still wearing headphones, I mouthed nonsense words at her in an annoyed manner.

An Erinku:
shards of
toilet paper
litter of a
kitty