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Friday, June 2, 2006

Adventures on the Special Bus

(for Karen)

Today was one of those days when I just knew, from the moment I woke up, that I should just go back to bed...

The power was out (thank god for battery backup on the alarms) in the house, but turned back on just before my shower. It was rainin' like a MoFo. And when I got to the bus stop, the Penguin, Stinky Bleached-Out-Rug Guy, and the Trigger fish were standing right in a row. An Omen, no doubt!

Then walked up two other regulars: Tiffany's ugly sister (This girl still wears the late 80's hair that has the poof on the top, permed everywhere else, and the wings flying away from her temples on each side. She also wears one of those long button-down sweaters in that strange green and black yarn, black jeans, and black ankle-high high-heeled boots. She also has an unfortunate case of myopia that requires coke bottle glasses) and Middle-Aged KISS fan (unattractive, fat, balding, D&D-loving looking-guy with a penchant for wearing his ugly 1976 "Rock and Roll Over" KISS jacket).

Well, then the bus was about 10 minutes late and the HOV lane was closed. So we had to drive every f'ing backroad zig-zagging across the north hills. The bus-driver couldn't take the quick road that runs along the parkway and is almost never busy...NOOOOO he had to drive back and forth over the parkway, into the ghetto, back out of the ghetto, and then across a couple of bridges until we reached downtown in a torrential downpour. Oh, and I was late for work.

So I arrived at work stressed, soaked, and cranky. What a wonderful way to start the morning.

1 Comments:

At 6/05/2006 9:02 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Ah, mass transit. At least you have your sociology studies to keep you busy (if not sane)...

 

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