What would the world hear if it could listen to your stream of consciousness? I first encountered Rainman on Route 21 a couple of weeks ago. He scared me just a little because he was having a conversation, in what sounded like Klingon, with the guy sitting to his right. Only there was no guy sitting to his right. I felt relieved when he got off early.
Now I look forward to riding with him. The bus pulls up, the doors open, and I can hear him riffing from the back of bus before I even board. I can't do him justice, but I'll try. It goes something like, "ROXANNE, you don't have to turn on-Bing, approaching Hwy 78 and Old Seguin Rd- Chevy the heartbeat of-I'm Batman." Sometimes he cracks himself up, and he always mixes in a song. He goes non-stop until he exits. Whatever he thinks just comes out.
When Rainman leaves people are smiling. If I had this condition, and people heard everything I thought, I'd probably get my butt kicked with great regularity.
See you on Route 21.
Route 21 is a real bus route. It's one of the longest in the city. Sure it connects me from the casa to the workplace, but it also connects me to a great deal more.
