Dec 16 2008
All I Want Is What’s Coming to Me…All I Want Is My Fair Share
Tonight at the bus stop on the QCC campus, I ended up standing next to a chubby freshman. He kept stretching his fat neck out to see if the bus he was waiting for was coming around the corner. Every six or seven seconds he’d whine “Coooommmeee onnnnnn!” to himself but loud enough for me to overhear. I was kind of happy that he was standing next to me because I like stuff like that. Here is a guy who has trouble dealing with the fact that his bus does not simply appear at the stop at the same exact moment as his fat ass.
Finally his bus (which happen to be my bus) pulled around the corner and we both walked toward where the bus comes to a full stop. There was a decent line and so we had to wait to get on the bus. This did not go over well with McCloud. He was now moaning “Coooommmme on people! Come on!” We finally got on the bus and now he was pissed that he didn’t have a seat. “Of course, of course, no seat,” he whimpered as he tried to fit his wallet back into the back pocket of his size 56 Levi’s.
We’ve all been there; we’ve all wanted to do some unexplainable act of violence to someone or something for irrational reasons. I think the problem may lie with people who act like they have never had these feelings. You can’t sleep walk through life. We need to have a little bit of that chubby freshman in us. Fuck it; the fucking bus should be there and you should expect to have a seat everytime.
All I want is what’s coming to me…all I want is my fair share.
