Ranter: Two teen girls, one blissed out and one itching for a fight, both sitting with silent, amused, affectionate boys
Location: 38 Bus, headed west on Jefferson
Time: 11:30 p.m. on a Friday
Topics Covered: Private space in the public sphere; apparent similarities between Spanish and Chinese; the high price of quality footwear; the conditions under which shit is likely to start; the difference between American and Mexican public transportation; reasons to be happy in 2011.
Does Rant Include Advice on Whom You Should Not Fuck With: Yes
[An older woman of significant carriage presses toward the rear of the bus. Her passage stirs controversy.]
Blissed Out: That's my shoe, bitch! Why don't you watch where you're walking?
Itching: She can't see her own feet, how's she going to see yours?
[Older woman responds angrily in Spanish.]
Itching: Don't you talk your jibber-jabber! I'll chimmey chong-chong right back at you! You think I'm scared of you? You'd be advised to shut your mouth and watch where you're stepping!
[Older woman, now deep in the bus, does not respond.]
Itching: Now, look, they're scuffed up. Brand new, hundred-dollar shoes got a mark right on them because bitches can't walk straight!
[These last three words she shouts from the diaphragm. Her date laughs and whispers to her.]
Itching: No, it is a big deal! She doesn't pay attention, and then she runs her mouth, so shit's liable to start! Why don't you go back there and handle it? You don't, I will. I'll go back there and stomp on her shoes, not that it'll be the same thing. She's probably got some Dollar General specials.
Blissed Out: Let it go.
Itching: She can't just do that! You can't just stomp around like it's one of these Mexican buses with the chickens and shit! I'll go back there and–
Blissed Out: They're my shoes, and I don't care.
[Kisses her date's ear.]
Blissed Out: Don't let people get to you! You've got him, and we've got a black president, and there's nothing anybody can do to fuck with that!