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- From: crisper@cats.ucsc.edu (Crisper Than Thou)
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- Subject: Next Stop Chicken
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- Date: 22 Jan 93 03:30:54 GMT
- Organization: The Armory, Santa Cruz
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- The last of the Science Buildings people are filing out. Those of us
- still seated are going further. The driver changes tapes-- from "Nothing
- Like the Sun" to the Beat Farmers, I think-- and those of us who remain
- look each other over, sizing up the competition.
-
- I feign disinterest. The guy with the blond, wavy hair sitting across the
- shuttle and closer to the front glances around nervously. Panicky. He'll
- never last. A pair of oriental girls, talking in Korean. I suspect they're
- gonna be on for a while. And another guy-- pale, glasses, reading from
- a text on late Romantic period music composition. He's almost certainly
- my main competition. Another music student. Next stop is Performing Arts.
- We'll both need to get off there.
-
- Who will break down first?
-
- The doors close and the shuttle starts to move. Down, to the left, past
- Kerr Hall. I look up as the shuttle jostles, as though something moment-
- arily catches my attention. I size up the guy with the book. He's looking
- at me, but quickly glances down again. Weak. I will defeat him.
-
- Stopsign. The seconds tick away.
-
- "Does this shuttle go to the base of campus?" asks the blonde guy. "Yeah,"
- the driver responds. The blonde settles back a bit. Looks like he's in
- it for the duration. The two girls show no signs of interest in anything
- going on around them. It's just me and the bookworm.
-
- Slowly, up the hill. Performing Arts comes into view. I stare at him
- down the aisle, daring him to ignore the upcoming stop. Ten seconds away.
- He looks up and we lock eyes. He's defiant. He won't give in. He knows
- I need this stop as bad as he does. I start to smirk. So I'm late to
- class... fuck it. I'm taking this guy with me. Or... shit, I've been late
- too many times. I really oughta just... No. NO. Damn.
-
- Five seconds. His eyes are steely. He's torn between making it to class and
- just playing it cool for a stop or two. We're going to go past we're going
- to just sail past and we'll both be late and we both know it but we
- don't care and then the driver pipes up:
-
- "Anyone for Performing Arts?"
-
- I think he shouts "YES" just a fraction of a second before I do.
-
- --The Elder Dan
- It's even worse on the Metro bus....
-