Bus Guy

There is a developmentally disabled man on my bus every morning. He's about 40, I would guess, he's overweight, he breathes really loudly, and wears really thick glasses, but he doesn't, on first sight, appear disabled.

This makes it kind of unnerving as the daily bus ride progresses. He seems like just a "normal" guy until he starts breathing really loudly. At that point it is hard not to look in his direction. He usually is rolling his head around, as infants, and novice drunks might, just discovering their bodies' range of motion.

He smiles and giggles at inappropriate times, and in inappropriate ways, giving the impression that he is simply lecherous, but I don't think he is really aware of it.

But what is really unnerving is the fact that he picks his nose really graphically. He will jam a finger in his nose and move it around in a way that seems to imply morning stretches;
"and up, and down and right and..." And he will continue for literally minutes on end.

I've watched the cycle that people near him go through, and that I am ashamed to admit, I went through my self when I first saw him.

"Oh what a noisy man," a passenger's face will seem to say. "Damn it, why did I sit next to this person. He seems to be hitting on that little girl over there. Eww, take your finger out of your nose you sick monster! Oh, shit, he's retarded. Shit, shit, shit, I'm an asshole."

Happy Valentine's day everybody!