Bus Report: Brenda

So old spice has perched himself within whiffing distance once again... A strong curlicue of fumes has assaulted my senses as I recoil in my late 70's velour seat.

The bus life is most definately sweeter with the addition of the iPod, though I believe I am suffering a massive Cher overdose...

Today a middle aged lady stepped on the bus in Lynwood. Let's call her Brenda Holiday. Brenda wears her hair in fine 80's fashion, as subtle as she can. Subtle in an IRS audit sort of way. She has scooped up her bi-level do in egg-shaped scoopfulls of mousse (just as the directions indicated - Brenda takes no chances). My guess is Vidal Sassoon. Someone told Brenda that her Olgilvie home perm made her look fresh... Fun... Youthful. What backstabbing bitches. I've seen handfulls of less-crispy noodles at Shanghai Garden. Yet Brenda works the circuit in the best way she can... Boarding the bus perhaps to her job at Shari's.

My guess is that whatever it is she does - it involves a hair net. (or it damn well should)

Oh its so easy to dog Brenda... In her "I love my cats" sweatshirt and peacock colored polyester (perhaps a blend?) pants with the creases so crisp you could slice through her best apple-brown-molasses-honey-almond spice bars. They're a favorite at the all-you-can-eat baptist pancake breakfast.