"A Short Ride Of Forgiveness!"

       "I hope I didn't miss the bus," Vanessa thought to herself.  It was a clear sunny day.  The sun was glowing off her skin.  She looked and saw the bus coming down the street.  Vanessa ran to the bus stop practically out of breath at record speed.  The bus slowed down and made a complete stop.  She took money out of her purse for bus fare.  Two ladies, who were waiting for the bus, stood in front of Vanessa.  They got on the bus.  Vanessa stepped on the bus while she reached to pay her fare. 

     "Hi," Vanessa said to the bus driver while she looked at his shinny bald head.

     "Hello", the bus driver said back to her as he leaned forward while he closed the bus doors behind Vanessa.

     "Excuse me," Vanessa said as she walked down the aisle.  Vanessa saw a vacant seat and walked toward it. 

     "Excuse me!  May I sit there please," Vanessa said as she pointed to the seat with the window next to the man.  Vanessa squeezed by the man who stopped reading his newspaper for her to be seated.  She found herself seated behind two ladies who got on the bus before her.

     "I saw him with this woman in Macy's department store in the mall yesterday," one of the ladies said as she turned from the other lady and looked out of the window of the bus, and then she turned back around to the other lady.

     "I thought he had it all together," the lady continued.

     "Where did they get those combed back hair styles?  They have no sense of style," Vanessa thought to herself as she looked at the back of the two ladies heads.

     "All I ever wanted was a good man for myself," the other lady said as she pulled up her large big brown handbag closer up to her on her lap.  She sucked on a red Popsicle that seems to melt in her hand on a day like today. 

     "They must be desperate women to hold this kind of conversation on the bus where everyone can hear them," Vanessa thought to herself.  "How desperate is that?" Vanessa continued in her thoughts.

     "He thinks that he is King Kong, and I do mean that in every sense of the name," the lady said as she looked back out of the window of the bus.

     "Some men just are not worth two dead flies," the other lady said as she raised her right hand holding her Popsicle toward her mouth.

     "The only thing a cheating man does is make himself cheap.  He is not worth a plump nickel.  My grandmother used to say," the lady said.  Both of the ladies laughed out loud, and they couldn't seem to stop.

     "Main Street!" the bus driver announced as he looked up into his rearview mirror to see where the disturbance was comming from on the bus, and then he pulled over to the bus stop.

     "That right girl, a cheating man is only cheating himself," the other lady said as she pulled the Popsicle stick out of her mouth.  She leaned forward and then leaned back in her seat on the bus.

     "I received third degree burn on my heart from Tyler's love.  He was mine.  He promised that he would not break my heart, but he did it any old way.  How broken and bruised up my heart was.  I felt like my heart would never heal up, but it did again and again," Vanessa thought to herself as she put her head down.  Her left hand went up toward her head to hold it up in despair.

     "Camille Street!" the bus driver announced.

    "Some men think of their wives like used cars:  a lot full of wives and junkyard of wives," Vanessa continued, They used phrases such as:  I had to get rid of her because I couldn't get anywhere with her, or I had to get rid of her because of that loud mouth of hers.  She talked all of the time about nothing as for as I am concerned."  This was how her uncles used to talk about their wives, Aunt Paula, Aunt Katherine and Aunt Wanda.  Vanessa looked back out of the window of the bus as it rode on.

     "She loves his dirty drawers and those are the drawers he got dirty with the other woman," the other lady said.  Both of ladies laughed out loud again. 

     "Mum, mmm!" the man who seated next Vanessa cleared his throat as he folded up his newspaper and sat up straight in his seat on the bus.  

     "It's true.  He plays women like he plays cards.  He deal'em, call'em and then he plays them all out of turn," the lady said to her friend.

     "Tyler turned on me like Ole' Yellow.  He tried to kill me.  I can't let him hurt me any more.  I'm glad that I left him alone," Vanessa thought to herself. She tried not to remember the pain he afficted upon her as she fought back her watery eyes.  "I can still hear his cold voice and see his face full of pain and hurt as I told him to let me go," she thought to herself even more clearly.

     "You know some relationships is like a three legged horse.  It can't go no where," the lady said to the other lady as they nodded their heads up and down in agreement.

     "I suppose that the reason why they shoot the horse," the other lady said as both of the ladies laughed, "Oh, this is my stop!"

     "Cherry Hill Street!" the bus drive announced.

     The lady who was eating the Popsicle got up from her seat, and she walked toward the front of the bus to exit. 

     "I'm call you later," the lady who was left behind said to her departed friend.  She sat back quietly in her seat and looked out of the window of the bus.

     "Tyler would go out drinking and come back home without a dime left in his pocket after he got paid, and I would be left at home ragged as a used up mop.  Those days are over.  I'll no longer be that type of woman who says to a man, I forgive the dirt you have done me.  Here take my heart again.  Set my heart on aglow with your sweet love.  He left my heart in a casket held up in a slain," Vanessa thought to herself.  She wondered how some men could be so cruel, and some men could be so kind.

     "I'm glad I divorced Tyler two year ago.  Lamar was so kind to me when I met him a year ago, and he is still kind to me.  I almost did not give him a chance, but now I am so glad I did.  He is wonderful to me," Vanessa thought to herself.

     "Palm Street," the bus driver announced.

     "Excuse me," Vanessa said as she got up out of her seat to the man who was still sitting next to her.  Vanessa walked forward to the front of the bus.

     "Thank you!" Vanessa said to the bus driver as she stepped off the bus.
     "I like your smile.  What's your name?" a young man said as he walked up to Vanessa.
    "He looks charming," Vanessa thought to herself.

    "I'm sorry you see.  I all ready gave my heart to the junkman," Vanessa kept walking toward her destination.

     "Why can't some men do the same after they have given their heart to someone special?  Just said no to an additional heart," Vanessa thought.

07/11/2008

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