The Unremarkable Man on the Route 46 Bus

An unremarkable man, wearing an unremarkable pair of jeans and unremarkable long sleeved shirt, stepped onto the Route 46 bus as it juddered to a halt at the Route 46 bus-stop. He flashed his monthly bus-pass at the driver who waved him into the interior of the bus (without looking at the man’s unremarkable picture and name on the bus-pass). The man walked unobtrusively into the bus, which was quite a feat as it was an early Monday morning and the bus was packed full of early Monday morning commuters, dressed in suits or geared up for the gym.

There were, of course, no seats available on the bus, and so the man had no choice but to hold onto one of the rails and stand, in an unremarkable fashion, as the bus began trundling out of the station with much clanking, banging and groaning.

It was good that two other passengers had gotten on at the same stop as the man had, or the people on the bus would have been very confused as to the reason the bus driver had stopped. No passengers had gotten off, and nobody had actually noticed the unremarkable man got on the bus at all, so it was good that the old man and his small granddaughter had been waiting at that particular Route 46 bus-stop as well. When people looked over as the unremarkable man, their gazes slid off him and they would focus on their neighbor’s magazine or the sunlight outside or the Route 46 map that hung right above the man.

The unremarkable man, used to this sort of treatment, didn’t even try to dominate the space he stood in. Instead, he let the space float around him and he let people’s eyes slide away from him, and he focused on his first project of the morning: the little girl who had gotten on with the old man at that particular Route 46 bus-stop. The girl was almost as unremarkable as the man, he thought; she was quiet, focused only on the ragged teddy-bear in her arms, and seemed not to notice her grandfather’s wheezing and coughing as he unfolded a newspaper and ignored her. The girl’s hair was an unremarkable brown, not shiny or bouncy or curly, but simply lying limply and often obscuring her face as it swung back and forth with the motion of the bus. The girl’s face, half hidden by the unremarkable hair, was plain and expressionless as she stared at the teddy-bear on her lap and twisted his ears in an absentminded way.

The unremarkable man was usually drawn to flashy characters – women in orange spandex suits fiddling with their sunglasses and purses, clowns on their ways to birthday parties looking grumpy and hot in their makeup and outfits, suited men and women who seemed only to be waiting for their next cigarette and who shouted on their cellphones. Today, though, the unremarkable man decided he was interested in an unremarkable girl. He focused his thoughts on her, and her eyes snapped up to look into his. And there it was, for a split second.

…grandaddy is so boring he’s reading the newspaper again and mr. snuffles is bored because i’m bored too and why does grandaddy have to take me to kindergarten anyway i mean he isn’t as funny as mommy is on the bus and anyway he doesn’t talk to mr. snuffles like mommy or daddy do and i’m hungry but grandaddy said that buying ice-cream early in the morning would make my teeth rotten but i don’t care because i like dr. leslie that dentist who mommy took me to because she gave me a sticker and a lolly-pop and said i was a good little girl and that my teeth would never be rotten if i kept coming to see her and mommy laughed and patted my hair and said we’ll keep coming back to see dr. leslie and miriam is going to bring me a brownie her mom made today to kindergarten and maybe mommy will pick me up and grandaddy won’t be with her anyd then i won’t have to sleep at his house tonight and i’ll be able to go home and watch barnie with mommy and then go to bed with my yellow blankets and mr. snuffles will be happy because mommy will sing us a lullaby

The unremarkable man broke his eye-contact with the girl, who promptly turned away and continued to twist Mr. Snuffle’s worn-out ears. The man almost gasped. His brow was dripping with sweat. For a moment, everyone on the bus almost noticed him standing there. Then the moment passed, and the man calmed himself, smiling in such a manner which in anyone less unremarkable would seem to be amused. I’VE GOTTEN LAZY, thought the unremarkable man. I’LL HAVE TO FIND SOME MORE LIKE THAT GIRL. SUCH VIVIDNESS COULD LAST FOR WEEKS. WHO KNOWS? MAYBE OTHERS LIKE HER WILL MAKE ME REAL AGAIN.

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5 thoughts on “The Unremarkable Man on the Route 46 Bus

  1. chloë says:

    thankyou ❤
    i’m not giving in
    her IP’s were already recorded as spam anyway so i just empty it without reading the comments she leaves
    it’s frustrating & annoying but soon she’ll let it go & move on
    but until then she’ll be obsessed by it (again)
    & her blog will become all about me (again)
    but i’m not looking, not going there, no sorry not interested in spineless games

    🙂 wow that felt good

    this entry is remarkable 😉
    no really, this man sounds intriguing (spelling(?))
    x

    p.s you still haven’t added me to your blogroll tisk tisk

  2. “Ah, Chloe, don’t let her get you into this again! She’s NOT worth it! You’re smart, beautiful, talented, have an amazing partner, and you’re happy – so leave her be, let her do whatever she wants with her blog and her life, just delete any nasty comments she leaves here and don’t let her ruffle your feathers any more than she has.”

    Hi,

    I’m actually the person you just wrote that about. I am the stalker”& I answered her honestly and openly to why I ‘keep coming baçk’. Perhaps if she didn’t spend her time building my ego by writing about me I wouldn’t even care to?

    To be honest, I commented Chloe’s blog because she had an entry which stated I cut myself. I don’t cut myself and I asked her politely to please remove that from her entry. She commented back saying “like i said; why do you keep returning(?) p.s learn to clean your filters before taking your next photos..lol” Shall I go on?

    Perhaps if you viewed my own blog you would take comfort in knowing that I took the more mature road out of the failed friendship and I’m tired of having to justify myself to strangers who are passing judgement on me. Judgement based on a hostile and arrogant entry on a public website, designed to threaten and insult me.

    And you commented, you commented and you made an irrational and unfair critical comment about who I was without even knowing anything about me.

    So if you can look at my blog, and read my writing and view my photography maybe you’d understand that I’m the real person in this situation. The real writer, the real photographer and I do it because I love it, not because I feel the need to compete with someone else.

    (ánything you can do I can do better, ring a bell?, I’m also the subject behind stolen identity, hello emnity and many many more vicious entries)

    I’m happy to tell anyone who cares to listen the real story behind why Chloe doesn’t like me.

    I’m not ashamed and have nothing to hide.

    I hope that you can see me for me and not for who I’m portrayed as by someone who isn’t even a part of my life and hasn’t been for more than two years.

    BTW; you have a really crisp and nice style of writing

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