Tonight was the third coldest night, but what stood out to me the most was not the piercing cold, or the waiting on the bus, or the wet feet… It was the two guys behind me after I got on the bus.
They were discussing their favorite beers and – let me tell you – it was a really close call between PBR and the Colorado Koolaid (Coors Lite). Classy.
Like I mentioned earlier, it’s always a little weird to happen to hear other people’s conversations, but I couldn’t help but listen to the mostly loud conversation taking place behind me. Buck lost his wife. Poor guy. He said, “I just can’t get over that lady.” But it sounds like it happened a while ago and he’s seeing someone now.
Cable Dude needed cash for some cigarettes, and Buck knew he was good for it because Cable Dude has always paid him back. So he spotted him a $20.
It sounded like they didn’t run into each other often, but Cable Dude offered for Buck to stay the night because… well, he had cable. Honestly, no judgement, but I had no idea forty-seven and a half year old men had sleepovers. Can someone tell me if that’s common?
And now that the conversation has dissipated after Cable Dude has left the bus, I’m realizing that my feet are completely frozen. I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk home on these frozen feet. But it’s just a part of how this goes.
And I’m content.