Just Be Happy You’re Getting Away With That Tallboy, Dude.

I know alcohol can make people belligerent. Still, I think that dude sprawled in the seat in front of me on the bus yesterday should have just been happy he was getting away with that tallboy. Drinking it even. He wasn’t though.

It was about 5pm. The sun wouldn’t set for another three hours or more. When he sat down, the acrid scent of booze sweat was overpowering. He may have only had one tallboy in his hand, but he’d clearly been drinking a while.

One could tell by the way he started getting really angry and uttering obscenities every time the bus stopped for a few seconds. Given what he was getting away with, you’d think he wouldn’t start berating the driver.

You’d be wrong though.

We ignored him. We all kept an eye on him to make sure he wasn’t doing anything to anybody, but who cared other than that? Who cared about getting cops involved just because the guy was drunk as long as there wasn’t a real problem? A bad attitude wasn’t so much.

He took exception to the guy sitting in front of him. I don’t know what happened, but he seemed to think the guy was messing with him. He kept trying to start something back. This was a bad idea.

I mean, the drunk was perhaps 140 pounds, a skinny guy. Early twenties, maybe. Whatever scrappiness he might have had, his target was probably about 190 and clearly made his living for a good length of time moving heavy objects outdoors. He had what looked like prison tattoos. The drunk was WAY outclassed. His target could have wiped the walls with him had he been completely sober, much less sloppy falling all over the place kind of drunk as he was. If the drunk succeeded in starting something, the drunk would be toast.

Luckily, mad as his target was getting, he still tried to give the guy some berth. He asked the driver if he was going to do something before the target did. The driver told the drunk the next stop was his, which the drunk mistook for his target getting tossed off the bus. He just sat there at the next stop, but quieted a bit at least. He started up again a bit, but not so much that anyone had to say anything to him again.

Again, it would have taken force and/or cops to get him off, and no one really wanted to do that if he wasn’t actually going to take a swing.

All the time he kept sipping that tallboy. I couldn’t get over the fact he wasn’t just thrilled to be getting away with that. People could have made a lot of trouble for him if they wanted to.

Some people.


About David S. Atkinson

David S. Atkinson enjoys typing about himself in the third person, although he does not generally enjoy speaking in such a fashion. However, he is concerned about the Kierkegaard quote "Once you label me you negate me." He worries that if he attempts to define himself he will, in fact, nullify his existence...
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