A streetcar named... Route 48, Harrah's Casino.

After moving to New Orleans and finally joining Cory, I've been on a job hunt-- and it's yet to bring me any luck. Well, after a month of "organizing" our new home, I got bored, so took the streetcar down to the Quarter and looked for a part-time job. I found one at a super cute boutique store on Charters St. and take the streetcar to and from the store every day I work.

Taking the streetcar has been the most fun and annoying thing I've done since living here, to be honest. Annoying because they're never on time or on schedule, and ever since the Hard Rock building debacle, I can't even take it all the way into the city. But fun because some people forget that they're in public and some of their conversations should be private. Here are my top three favorite overheard conversations, in no particular order. And keep in mind, I'm never on the streetcar for more than 15 minutes when heading from our house to the city.

Old Friends Reunite on Streetcar
After sitting down and scooting to the window, an older lady [let's call her Dorothy] joins me. She whips around to the lady sitting behind us [let's call her Blanche] and screeches her name. After Dorothy keeps commenting on how long it's been since she's seen Blanche, Dot also draws her husband into the conversation, who could literally careless. Dorothy is probably in her 50s and Blanche is early 30s, at least. Dot apparently knew Blanche's mom and watched Blanche grow up. After minutes of loud screeching, this is the part that's my favorite.
Dorothy: So Blanche, you still just got one kid?
Blanche: No, I have two boys now.
Dorothy: How old are they? You know [I'm assuming her daughter] ___ has 4 children now.
Blanche: No I didn't know that. And my boys are 16 and 7.
Dorothy: keeps asking questions, then asks her this: So, you got any grandkids yet?
[hahahhahah. I'm sorry Dorothy. She literally just told you she has a 16 and 7 year old. But, I digress with my logic and listening skills.]

Blanche: Um, no. The oldest is graduating high school next year and he better behave himself.

Man's Dog Attacks Someone
After getting on one day, two stops later, a man in his 20s [maybe 30s-- I'm bad at guessing ages] gets on the streetcar and apparently knows our driver very well. He pays his money and sits right up front and starts a very loud conversation with the driver.... who, starts turning back and forth from the man to the front of the streetcar and begins a very jerky drive back into the city. Driver asks the man how his dog is doing-- who turns out to be a 15 month old Pitbull.
Man: Oh man, he's the best. But, be bit my neighbor the other day and now the neighbor is suing me.
Driver: Man, shit. That sucks.
Man: Yeah, it does. I mean, that guy was trespassing anyway. And my dog didn't bite him real hard.
Driver: Well, what are you going to do?
Man: Man, I'm suing him back.
Driver: ---very confused--- huh?
Man: Yeah. I mean, I know my dog bit him, but he beats his ol' lady so I'm suing him.

I cannot for the life of my piece together how this makes sense, or what one of these things has to do with the other, but I'm kinda curious to know how this lawsuit ended up.

Cold Wind on Cold Rear-end
This week was one of my favorite stories. When the streetcar finally gets to me, sometimes it's packed and sometimes its so empty I'm the only one on. I sat down yesterday, because if you don't grab a seat, once the streetcar gets to the big intersection, a thousand people will get on.
Enter big intersection. A lady gets on first and has her hands full. Turns around to pay her money, and oh my gosh--- her pants are so tight and so low on her hips that her buttcrack [is there a more polite way to say this?] is being pushed upwards and out for the whole world to see. I think I blinked a few times and turned, just in time to see her walk in front of the lady sitting in the front seat. She watches the girl go by and then shakes her head and ya'll---- she then did the sign of the cross! I started laughing so hard. I watched the lady for the rest of the trip, and she sat up front, silently judging everyone that got on and walked by her. She looked like an old Creole lady who had some Voodoo magic at her house, and I immediately regretted not sitting by her. The girl with all her goods hanging out decided to get off then, and when she walked by, her butt was still hanging out, on full display for all. She got off and the whole streetcar exploded in laughter followed by this comment from a rider:
"Now ya'll know she feels this cold ass air on her ass."

I can guarantee they'll be more of these stories, and I'm here for it.