Saturday afternoon, I'm late, catching the bus to work.
It's the afternoon bus to Crazytown.
Seriously, this is "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" type of shit.
In the beginning, everyone boarding. I get on at Baker, everyone else at Chakha Mia Mall.
And it starts.
Everyone knows one another. There's the exchange of greetings.
Even the improbable- "normalish" seeming man in his 60's talking to someone....well...
someone that he shouldn't know. And so it goes.
Fights break out..."You're crazy!!" "No, You're Crazy"....
I'm on the bus to CrazyTown.
I mention it to a few of the customers when I'm at work. They confirm it, I need a car, the Balfour Bus, it's the bus to CrazyTown.