FTT Off-Topic: I Have Bus Stop Questions

No More Sheltering Now

Bus stop, wet day

She's there, I say

Please share my umbrella

- There is no sharing an umbrella; there is just the option to make it 50% less effective by stretching a resource too far. In addition, you are empowering dependency and rewarding a lack of preparation. But from what's to come, this is just the tip of the iceberg.

Bus stops, bus goes

She stays, love grows

Under my umbrella

- "Grows"? This turned into porn with a quickness. At least they are using an umbrella for a modicum of decorum. Also, note that if the two of them were going to work in the morning, well, they've now blown off work to hump, and are probably doing it without protection, since who packs that sort of thing at the start of the day. Start the day with an STD from a rando. But let's go on.

All that summer we enjoyed it

Wind and rain and shine

That umbrella we employed it

By August she was mine

- You "enjoyed" it, regardless of weather condition? Tell me this isn't porn. Also, while "she was mine" could be taken as romantic conquest, but well, I believe that things are going to take a turn.

Every morning I would see her

Waiting at the stop

Sometimes she'd shop

And she would show me what she'd bought

- This all sounds innocent enough, until you consider the idea that the bus stop might not be in a commercial zone, and the implication is that the encounters are in the morning (since if it's later in the day and you didn't notice it was going to rain, that's even more evidence of a wastrel life). I can't shake the idea that what she bought... was not paid for in money. (Shudder.)

Other people stared

As if we were both quite insane

Someday my name and hers

Are going to be the same

- This, honestly, was the first domino in the line. You thought this was a meet-cute song, but the other commuters, rather than treating the encounter as if they were the extras in a delightful rom-com, know that something far more disturbing is going on. 

Also, those last two lines? 

WHICH NAME IS NOT SPECIFIED. 

WE ARE ALL FRED NOW.

That's the way the whole thing started

Silly but it's true

Thinking of our sweet romance

Beginning in a dew

- Insane bystanders that can't stop staring. The one name new world order. Porn under an umbrella, used regardless of weather conditions.

I do not want to do this dew.

Came the sun

The ice was melting

No more sheltering now

- Oh, there are no safe spaces in this song. No shelter at all.

Nice to think that that umbrella

Led me to a vow

- Note: vow does not need to mean matrimony. 

BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOODY DEW FOR MY LORD FRED.

Every morning…

- Oh, and it repeats, Groundhog Day style, in a purgatory where the bystanders are made to see what can not be unseen for all of eternity? My morning is made. 

Public transportation sucks.