recently i was thinking of posting an entry about a clump of really magic latina trannies who live across the street from me. i only had one or two small things to write about them but was looking for a larger context to pull it all together. and then this morning happened. a completely different set of broke-ass latina trannies got on my bus (on the first stop of the ride free zone, natch). one of them was lagging behind and standing in the way of bus progress. the gay/yuppie office workers who got on at one of the pay-to-ride stops looked up from their books or phones or ipods to stare and collectively sigh.

after a ridiculously long time, every member of the gaggle of fun made it to the back door of the bus and we proceeded to roll through downtown. it quickly became clear they were on the unhappy end of a night of hard living. they reeked of alcohol, etc. and wouldn’t shut up about someone’s gross feet. whee! because they wouldn’t shut up, i learned that they were on their way to court. the bus stopped a few blocks short of the courthouse and one stood up to exit. the bus moved and she fell smack on her ass and stayed on the floor for the remainder of the ride. at their stop, she got up, leaned over me to the girl to my left and said, “i never wanted to marry you anyway.”

my yuppie seatmate pulled the earbud out of her ear and asked me what her suitor had said. i told her. she replied, “shit. so now what?”

haha. exactly.

the original reason for my post: do all latina trannies throw out one shitty old plaid couch per month or is it just the ones who live across the street from me? i think it’s just them but i just want to confirm.

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