#28 June 5, 2021

Dear Mike,

I caught the city bus to Dunbar High School yesterday.  Shawn the bus driver seemed out of it.  He was groggy.  Perhaps he got not enough sleep.  I told him that I had just watched the animated Adams Family and was delighted by the word play embedded in the conversations of the characters.  It's so immensely clever.  

And also I just watched the movie Dora The Explorer.  It's so adorable.  I remember watching Dora, the cartoons when my kids were little.  I asked Shawn if he has ever seen Dora The Explorer cartoons with his kids when they were little?  He said...no.  I said it was because he was culturally deficit, illiterate and doesn't know anything.  

It's like that with us.  I'm like the big sister that Shawn is so grateful he never had, though I adoringly tell him that we should have been related.  

Our conversation continued with me telling Shawn of how horrible Ohio weather is.  Frizzy,  uncontrollable hair amid the humidity of summer.  Bitter snow in the winter and horrendous mosquitoes in the summer, though I have taken to adopting two as pets.  Ernie and Fred.

Shawn waved at maybe a fellow passing vehicles.  I had already mentioned on a previous bus ride that him waving at other buses and their drivers is reminiscent  of Disney princesses on parade.  It's a beautiful manifestation of him embracing his feminine side. After which though he began to give everyone a hearty thumbs up and then he began to demonstrate overtly masculine gestures of greeting.  

I told him that it was clear that he was overcompensating.  I told him that, it is a fact that among my friends that I'm known for my insightfulness.

He retorted that at least he wasn't so crazy as to have mosquitoes for pets.

I said that I'm not crazy.  I'm just eccentric. (I don't actually have mosquito pets.)

So that's how it is every morning when I catch the bus to work.  Shawn and me:  Politics.  Social commentary.  Mosquitoes and  weather.

Our endless fueding makes for an entertaining ride.