Thursday, June 28, 2012
Justice on the bus
This morning I took a bus into downtown, which is not a common routine for me lately. Had to send a signed contract via UPS to get started on new courseware project, and the nearest UPS drop-box is downtown.
On the way back, the bus was boarded by a Supreme Court Justice. At least I assume he was a Justice by the high quality of his thinking.
He announced to the whole bus: "You can't talk to me. By the way, you can't talk to me talk to me talk to me. Evil security! Evil security! Evil securitygonna shoot you! Gonna shoot you! Gonna shoot you! You're in the law! You're in the law! Far far far away! Far far far away! Far far far away! Far far far away! Evil security! You can't talk to me! By the way, you can't talk to mefar far away! Far far far away! I'm on the bus too. I'm on the bus too. I'm on the bus far away! Devils security devils security! Gonna shoot you! You're in the law! You're in the law! You're in the law shoot you! Gonna shoot you! Far far far away! Far far far away! Far far far away! Far far far away!"
The other folks on the bus were the usual assortment: old Viet-vet transients, hippie types, young college students. We all remained stiff while the Justice was reading his lengthy and considered opinion.
When the Justice finally got off the bus, everyone loosened, and you could just about hear the collective relief: "We may be sloppy or smelly or homeless or poor or old or ugly, but by God we're SANE. Thank the Lord!" ¶ 10:40 AM
On the way back, the bus was boarded by a Supreme Court Justice. At least I assume he was a Justice by the high quality of his thinking.
He announced to the whole bus: "You can't talk to me. By the way, you can't talk to me talk to me talk to me. Evil security! Evil security! Evil securitygonna shoot you! Gonna shoot you! Gonna shoot you! You're in the law! You're in the law! Far far far away! Far far far away! Far far far away! Far far far away! Evil security! You can't talk to me! By the way, you can't talk to mefar far away! Far far far away! I'm on the bus too. I'm on the bus too. I'm on the bus far away! Devils security devils security! Gonna shoot you! You're in the law! You're in the law! You're in the law shoot you! Gonna shoot you! Far far far away! Far far far away! Far far far away! Far far far away!"
The other folks on the bus were the usual assortment: old Viet-vet transients, hippie types, young college students. We all remained stiff while the Justice was reading his lengthy and considered opinion.
When the Justice finally got off the bus, everyone loosened, and you could just about hear the collective relief: "We may be sloppy or smelly or homeless or poor or old or ugly, but by God we're SANE. Thank the Lord!" ¶ 10:40 AM
