I tried to face forward as a shrill white female voice chastised 3 immigrant men, probably from North Africa. The men were talking quickly in a mix of English and their native tongue about the presidential election, and their factual errors infuriated the woman.
Her voice pierced the funk of the 7 - "There IS no Queen of the White House!" and "I voted today, did you? Did you? Did you vote today?" The woman's every expostulation would merit giggles and whispering between the three men. I couldn't tell if they were baiting her or not.
I'd imagined the woman as a misplaced upper-crust middle-aged to older woman; when my curiosity got the better of me and I turned around, she was in her thirties, extremely pale, with black Ray-Ban shades and swathed in felted wool.
She looked extremely dissatisfied as the laughing men exited the bus on Rainier and Dearborn.
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