22 Inbound/ going to church on Sunday morning: Two buses approached at the same. I always op for the 2nd bus, as it's less crowded. When I approached the back bus, the driver told me he was turning around and everyone was exiting. I turned to go to the other bus, and it pulled away as I was approaching. I was not happy. It was raining, I was cold, and already late for church. A homeless guy had also gotten stuck out, so I said to him in frustration, "
Why?! Why wouldn't he wait?" The guy said, in all seriousness, "Well, he was black. Black people have smaller brains. Some people don't agree with me on that, but that's what I think."
Whoa... not ok. "No, I don't think so," I responded curtly. He then went on to goo and gaa at Leila. The bus sign told me I had to wait 12 minutes for the next bus. That felt like an eternity knowing I was going to have to wait with this guy. The guy was feeling very chatty, and talked to us while eating half a chocolate birthday cake he had found that morning. I tried to keep the conversation about Leila to stay away from anything else offensive. I asked if he had kids. He began a long soliloquy about his sexual past and the children he had fathered but never met. He told me of women who had aborted his babies, which "don't count I suppose". The story continued on the bus, although he was talking more to the world in general, and less to me. However, he did manage to end the whole thing by telling me he pays for sex sometimes. As I hopped off the bus an headed into church, I thanked God that Leila didn't understand a word he said. Explaining bigotry, deadbeat dads, abortion and prostitution is a bit much for one conversation.
