April 12th, 2006
|11:06 pm - It takes all kinds|
I got on my bus to home today at the Metrodome. The bus was, as usual, sparsely populated as there aren't many people going from downtown to the U of MN at that time of day.
Sitting just opposite the rear door was about the oddest person I've ever seen on a bus. The person wore enough clothing that it was not easy to determine gender, but I got the general impression of masculinity. His clothing included a navy blue t-shirt draped over his head as if to protect it from the sun. Heavy-duty hearing protectors (like those worn by guys at the airport) held the t-shirt to his head. Atop this, he had a camouflage hat of the sort I think of as a fishing hat (round, floppy brim). He wore dark sunglasses and a kind of make-shift mask over his face like one might see in an area struck with the bird flu. He had a jacket on and wore heavy leather gloves. I couldn't see his pants but his shoes seemed to be fairly standard tennis shoes.
As if this wasn't odd enough he had, in the window seat next to him, a trash can. One of those big plastic cans with a handle and wheels on one side for easy transport. It was piled high with a variety of objects that defied direct identification. They just looked like trash. He also had a plastic bucket on the floor just out of the aisle that also had indescribable junk in it.
He rode the bus through the U and got off at the stop by the athletic complex, hauling his can and bucket of trash with him. I wonder now, where he went and what he did when he got there.
Current Mood: curious
That's both sad and frightening. Not frightening in a he's going to blow us up way but in a who broke him and why way? If that makes sense. I know sometimes people are just wierd and choose strange different lifestyles but more often then not those persons like whom you saw suffer an treated mental illness.
|Date:||April 13th, 2006 10:40 am (UTC)|| |
Yep, that was kind of my thoughts too. Along with a hint of amusement because the guy didn't feel scary at all, he was just going about his life in his little world. I also thought about him imaginatively: was he some sort of urban shaman? an alien in disguise? a dark faerie who needed to hide his form? So it was kind of cool to run into him.
Did any of it appear to be metallic? There's a place northeast that buys scrap metal. Plus possibly somewhere to sell recyclables oddly.
But the metal place for sure. There have been articles and notices over the couple of years I've been at my job to be aware of people stealing building supplies to sell as "scrap". I see folks downtown all the time with random containers going through the big dumpsters at the multiple construction sites around.
|Date:||April 13th, 2006 10:44 am (UTC)|| |
That was my thought as well since there has been a guy who's gone through the neighborhood with an old bicycle loaded down with big bags of aluminum cans. This stuff seemed way more miscellaneous than that.
In other news, I received my recycling flyer from the city last week. It gave me the dates to put out my recyclables, told me what was accepted and how to prep it. And it included an admonishing to call 911 if I saw anyone taking things out of my recycling because, as you know Bob, that's stealing from the city.
Me, I just can't see the use in busting a homeless person who's making their way the best way they know.
|Date:||April 13th, 2006 02:27 pm (UTC)|| |
There's a guy who comes along and takes our aluminum cans. I don't mind, except when I don't put out anything else - then the city says I didn't put anything out, and if it happens too many times in a row, they charge me. :-(
The next time I see him doing it, I'm going to politely ask him to make certain there is at least one bag of stuff left in my recycling bins when he's done - if I've got other recycling, go ahead and take all the cans, if not, please leave one bag.