He looks to be a street guy, prosthetic leg, maybe late 50's, early 60's, rides his bus up to the bus stop, parks it, goes inside the shelter.
I'm early for the bus, sitting down against the outside of the shelter, can't see in...
More people are showing up every minute, a young kid, maybe 8 or 10 goes into the shelter with him, takes a seat...
And he begins...intoning, a weird accent, high, nasal voice...."We are doing to this planet what we have done to Mars...our history is older than has been recorded..."
He's channeling, or something, I can only hear him, in the smoky haze, the sun and mountains obscured it almost seems relevant...I look over into the bus shelter at the kid, he's got a horrified, WTF expression on his face...
He continues..."The price of gas should be 10 fold what it is now...only when it is $20 per litre will it stop...."
The kid is weirded out, grabs his knapsack and leaves the shelter, homeless guy has taken off his prosthetic, eyes rolling in his head as he channels the spirits, makes his prophecies, his amputated stump hangs down, a mass of soggy flesh that resembles an elephant's trunk, "Only in Foon" I'm thinking...he continues with his prophecies and dire warnings to the human race at sporadic intervals...
As other passengers show up to wait he hops out, talks to them, shows them a pair of long-handled snipping shears, for the arborist, he's raving about what a great deal they were, fairly normal conversation, I was hoping for better, all the locals know him, humour him, I just watch..
Then, when the bus comes, he loads his bike on the front, grabs his leg, his packages and shears, hops on the bus, stands close to me and begins to amuse a young girl, he's quacking at her like a duck, speaking in that Donald-Duck voice, but mostly just quacking, the girl, her mother, they're amused, even the bus rides in Foon are an adventure...