The harrowing saga of thirty minutes
Time slipped into a glass of cabernet sauvignon, dribbled in iCal files and sleepy attempts to export them. I booted up quickly, dripping muddy water into my abandoned slipper. A shuffling run thru the snow to the bus stop, where a fellow homo asked if this was the busstop for the #2. "Will this connect to the #5?" Not knowing the #5, I pointed. "It curves that way." He nodded.
Not knowing how to get back, I opened the map on the #2. Found the #5. Oh no! It's in the opposite direction! I debated whether to interrupt the boy with my error, then looked up. This was the opposite direction! He was sitting pretty, and I was now on the wrong side of the river. I swallowed the advice I'd been about to give: "get off the bus soon, dude."
Cold again. More shuffling in the snow, past one unmarked bus stop, to one that told me the next #2 was 20 minutes away. Aiee! Shuffle, shuffle. I have a taxi coupon! Oh! A taxi! He's in the oncoming lane, about to turn left. I shifted, foot to foot, indecisive. A #2! Fuck the shuffling; I ran. Flat-footed, loud enough to warn that guy ahead of me. Pant, pant. There! In the slowly puttering bus, I was only half an hour late to my meeting.
Not knowing how to get back, I opened the map on the #2. Found the #5. Oh no! It's in the opposite direction! I debated whether to interrupt the boy with my error, then looked up. This was the opposite direction! He was sitting pretty, and I was now on the wrong side of the river. I swallowed the advice I'd been about to give: "get off the bus soon, dude."
Cold again. More shuffling in the snow, past one unmarked bus stop, to one that told me the next #2 was 20 minutes away. Aiee! Shuffle, shuffle. I have a taxi coupon! Oh! A taxi! He's in the oncoming lane, about to turn left. I shifted, foot to foot, indecisive. A #2! Fuck the shuffling; I ran. Flat-footed, loud enough to warn that guy ahead of me. Pant, pant. There! In the slowly puttering bus, I was only half an hour late to my meeting.