went to the Fremont Hall of Justice today to get my speeding ticket cleared. i went into line. wasn’t too long. this old man comes and waits behind me. then the old man starts conversing with me. i nod along. he see’s my last name on my certificate of completion and starts conversing with me in vietnamese. hehe. the line gets longer. 2 black people stand behind us with a mexican man behind them and a white couple behind them. a mexican son and father in front of me. with an asian couple in front of them. its been half an hour. then this big white guy in crouches stumbles in, gets in front of the line and says,
"hey everyone. i gotta cut everyone cause of my foot. is that ok with everyone?"
one of the black guys behind me says,
"naw man. get in the back like everyone else."
"but my foot. im on crutches man."
"aye, i got a bad hip, you dont see me bitchin."
"really? thats how its gonna be? you gonna make me wait in line?"
"im not, the court is."
"thats not fair man!"
"life aint fair"
"you know what? fuck you! im just gonna sit here and go after that guy (white couple) fuckin prick."
"fuck you! fuckin punk."
the other black guy starts laughing and i couldn’t help but giggle under my breath. 10 mins go by and im at the front of the line next to crutches. he leans back and says,
"sorry old man. its the vicodin. they got me drugged up for the pain. sorry again. thats was rude of me."
i like watching people interact.