Getting to LGA on the M60 Bus

I board the M60. it is packed. I have to stand by the luggage shelves. Although as we approach the east end of Manhattan a few seats open up. I take a seat in the front on the 3-seater for handicaps (no pun intended), facing the 3-seater opposite me. 

Sitting right next to me is a latin-looking man (not that it's important, but it could be). Call me a racist. He seems to be asleep. 

Immediately across from me is a very beautiful Asian young woman with royal blue metallic hair totally into her phone. Again, ethnicity technically not needed for this story, but I like to add description so you can visualize. 

We're almost to the most eastern section of Manhattan and the two seats next to the Asian woman empty out. She is on the end of the 3 seats. The end seat on my side also opens up. 

A black man in stockinged feet and a grey blanket (maybe it was white at one point?) with his fabric-looking sandals comes from the back of the bus and sits right next to the Asian woman. She's constantly on her phone; never looks up. He places his sandals in the middle of the bus corridor. He now scrunches into a sideways position occupying the first seat as well, while his leg and hip push into the Asian woman. Her eyes widen a bit, but other than that, no other looks of distress or alarm. 

Now, back to my side. A young black woman gets on and sits in the first seat on my side, next to the latin man. She is very neat. In a black outfit. Has a small backpack. And she has a tag hanging around her neck, or perhaps attached to her outfit which says "crew." Ok, I intuit (it's not difficult), she's going to the airport. She has earpods in her ears and is on her phone. 

Now, back to the black man. He has a pipe, or a joint, clutched in his hand. And he appears to know someone in the back of the bus because he's smiling, talking, sending what I imagine are cool hand gestures. But, what would I know? He finally slides over to the end seat. I finally decide he knows no one. He's just totally out of it. He scrubs his hair repeatedly with both hands for about 2 minutes. His hair is totally short. Ok. I think he is out of it. 

The latin guy next to me comes out of his twilight slumber and seems to atmospherically connect with the black guy. He's now smiling at him with silent looks of "yeah brother!!" 

The black guy sticks his left hand inside the front of his sweatpants and stretches over the seats some more. Oh, good lord, is he going to masturbate now? He wraps the grey blanket around him. Places his sandals further into the middle of the corridor. Now no one can walk on the bus without tripping on them.

The black woman very efficiently and daintily takes out a can of aerosol air freshener and daintily sprays it into the air toward the bus driver. 

The latin man next to her jumps up furiously, spitting out angry words, none of which i can distinguish, spittle flying out of his mouth, and walks to the back of the bus. 

The black woman is unphazed. She takes out the aerosol again and for good measure gives it an additional two little sprays. Coconut.