Rock & Roll Farm

Tuesday! May 20 2003 // 10:57 am //

fine tooth, if you please

i’ve become accustomed to the nine or ten bus drivers i see regularly now. there’s the quiet young jamaican woman, the pock-marked twenty-something latino man, and if i catch my second bus in the morning at the right time, i kid you not, Grizzly Adams drives me the rest of the way to work. today, i had the Hair Police again (he told my he was getting me a comb for christmas). he wagged his finger at me and said with a huge grin “just wait till christmas!” i see him regularly enough that i’ve come to expect some kind of messy hair related comment as soon as i step on the bus. i don’t know if i find this infuriating or charming. i usually try to make it to the back of the bus before either feeling takes up much real estate in my psyche and i can jam my face in my reading material and forget all about it.