OC poor

OC is posh, OC is rich, OC means over-the-top giantic cars and elegant houses with palm trees and green (very green, an innatural British green) gardens. It means long beaches, big boulevards, the 405 connecting San Diego to L.A., it means losts corporate buildings and, I guess, successfull managers (of course driving big cars). It means lots of shopping malls disguised behind yet some more palm trees and parking lots. By definition, the OC is rich, and conservative. So, says the equation, there are no poor people. No poor people, ok? Strange, but one can buy this glossy story, this air of plastic optimism helps.
Yet, if by chance you don't have a car (a remote chance for 99% of OC-ans), you might meet them, the poor ones. Those out of the plans, out of the marketing models, out of the system (a ferocious system that says that if you are a) poor and b) ill you barely have any chance..). You can meet them if you get on a bus. The system is crap, there are just a few buses and they run once per hour, they keep air conditioning somewhere right above zero, and.. are empty. Only passengers are me, when I am too overhelmed with work that I cannot take the luxury of an hour cycling since one hour in the bus means at least reading, and... all kind of invisible junkies, homeless, disadvantaged, mental illness, poor, people the society cannot accomodate anywhere else... people speaking to themselves, borderline personalities, or just poor. OC has left them the buses. At least.