Okay, so yet another tale from the back of the bus...

Yesterday night, I'm on the Brant St. bus, heading towards downtown Burlington. This wannabe gangster guy gets on the bus at the go station, and sits right at the back of the bus. I really didn't pay much attention to him since I was reading a copy of the 24 magazine and enjoying my super duper extra large tea. All of a sudden, he starts talking, saying "yo, yo, yo..." I figured he was talking to someone on a cellphone. Nope, I was wrong. He was listening to music, and was "yo-yoing" along with the music. Then, he starts with the rapper style hand movements, and is kicking his feet in the air. For a second there, I actually thought he was having a seizure or something, and I was going to turn around to ask if he was okay, until I saw him dancing (while seated) in the reflection in the window. No, he wasn't having a medical emergency, rather, he thought he was the coolest, most baddest ass on the face of the planet. So, I decided not to turn around, for fear of laughing directly at him. Even now, just thinking about it makes me laugh. I wonder, do I ever look that stupid when I listen to music on the bus???? I try to be careful not to sing or dance along to whatever I'm listening to, but sometimes I catch myself if I'm not concentrating on anything. Nah, I'd never look stupid, I'd fit right in... if I'm on a hamilton bus :D