The MAX is good for funny shit. This was the scene on Saturday as me, my mom, my aunt, my sister (who are all in town right now), and Jenn were riding home from Saturday Market:

Across and up a couple of rows from me is a guy sitting across two chairs. He looks like Vanilla Ice. Average suburban white b-boy kind of kid. A sorry wannabe. The row behind him, also sitting across two chairs, is what I assume is his girlfriend. She's stroking his ear and his shoulder as we ride up the tracks. And is a blonde haired blue eyed skinny white girl with long hair, crooked teeth, and sort of an innocence about her. Oh, except she talked like a total gangsta bitch. But not in the way that would suggest she actually grew up in that kind of environment, like I'm totally sure she's from a middle class suburb, because I could so see that girl in her, that innocent girl, but she was putting on the act, the gangsta bitch act. The "I'm not a fifteen year old suburban white girl" act. Anyway. Their whole conversation was pretty amusing, but the funny part came just as we hit 14th Ave. He said, "Ignore whatever the guys at this house say about me and this girl." She said, "Why?"

"They're just going to blow everything out of proportion. Just, whatever they say, just be like, 'Whatever, I'm not hearing it.' She was ugly anyway."

"Why, what did you do?"

"Oh, I didn't do anything. It was all her. She just gave me head, like no big deal. But she was ugly."

"Oh." The girl just keeps stroking his hair, acting all sweet to him. A few uncomfortable seconds go by.

"Yeah, like these guys in this house, like this guy, his brother is a fag. And you know how homo's like to make everything into a big deal. But it's really not a big deal. It's just the way fags are."

"I've got an aunt who is a lesbian, but she's great. I love her to death!"

"Oh yeah, I've got homosexuals in my family too."

Hmm. How long before this little girl is knocked up by this dumb greasy motherfucker?

The MAX is a good time.