The Iggblog

I was on a bus today. Ok, the story is getting crazy but bear with me. I was on the Logan express, heading from the airport back to Framingham. My work is located 5 mins walking distance from the logan express terminal, and nothing is more lovely than free parking when flying out of logan. Except perhaps not having to drive into Boston myself.

ANYWAYS… I was parking my lovely ass in delightful solitude when a figure approached me. I could tell from his body language that he was asking if it was alright if he sat next to me. It seemed at the same moment almost as if he was trying to vocalize something, but all that was emitted from his head sounded like… well, picture lining a person’s throat with a cylindrical chalkboard, flooding the cavity with oil, then rubbing a steel brush up and down it. The sounds escaping him, and they were loathe to do so… believe me, sounded nothing like a human communicating to another human. It sounded a lot closer to Darth Vader yelling through a dead cat. I expected these sounds to perhaps come from a dying person, or perhaps a dead person animated with unholy (though entertaining) magic, which made him sitting next to me a little worrisome.

I motioned (without making any sudden movements) that sitting next to me would be permitted. He then began a secondary series of communications. He was asking various questions, and although I was much more worried about the security and integrity of my delicious entrails I tried my best to understand him. He seemed to be querying the expected duration of the bus ride. A value I had recently become very interested in. I told him “about 45 minutes”, but he seemed confused. Apparently since I was not a machine speaking through a dead cat, he could not understand me. Moments later an automated recording came on telling us that we were now the property of the Logan Express for the next 45 minutes or so. He smiled with dimly opalescent teeth of shadow wrath, signaling his understanding of the kindly automated recording. He sat back, satisfied, and ceased his affront against the spoken word.

I chose to spend the trip people watching out the bus window rather than talking to my seat companion.

Please don’t smoke.