a tantilizing tale full of witt and suspense!
Nothing interesting has happened to me today so I'm going to describe it in storybook form so it sounds more appealing. Much the way hookers cover their scabby-scratched-at-due-to-substance-addiction-and-being-a-whore skin with tons of makeup so that they look almost normal.
One fine autumn day a young lady sporting a disastrous attempt to dress formal, waited at the bus stop for the 210 to the city. "Where the fuck is the fucking bus" she whispered daintily. Just as she was attempting to find a song on her classically designed silver ipod that hadn't been played to death recently, the bus screeched around the corner. Donna jumped up from the dirty, spider-infested bench and reached out her arm in a weak attempt to force the bus to a halt. "Adult single trip" she asked with a warm smile. "$3.80!" barked the wrinkly, hairy, angry looking elf passing as the bus driver. She muttered a 'thankyou' before sulking to the only empty seat left. Her failed attempt to make a new friend left Donna feeling somewhat defeated. Luckily a very interesting looking elderly woman with prostitute makeup quickly brightened the mood as she took up the seat alongside. No words were spoken between the two kindred spirits, but Donna could definitely sense that they would meet there the very next day and of course, would be friends forever.
The 15 minutes between departing from the bus and arriving on the train permitted just enough time for a lukewarm latte and a smoke. Outside, Donna leaned against the cold, stone wall and began to drift into the land of imagination, in which a gorgeous red-haired geek was desperately in love with her, she had a brilliant, interesting and well paying job, and owned a pet tiger. Just then the spine-chilling sound of Donna’s phone ringing, abruptly invaded her morning ritual.
“Hello?”
“Hi its Miranda, we’ve got problems with the date of the party....
She sighed and half tuned out as she began to go over possibilities in her head. If they shifted the date of the 14th would that mean everyone could come, or....” she trailed off.
Donna rushed to catch the train before it zoomed off without her. Weeks ago she had vowed to have no more incidences of the doors being slammed shut in her face as bland men in business suits smirked at her from the inside of the moving carriage. Power to the people! On the train she quickly surveyed the passengers with attempted nonchalance, searching, searching... there he was. What a dreamboat! Carefully choosing a seat close but not too close she settled down to a ride full of pretending to read, stealing glances in his direction, and desperately trying not to miss her stop. Who says you can’t have fun on public transport?
Recovering from the excruciating walk from the station to the building Donna rubbed her blistered feet and wished she had thought to wear a pair of chucks for the journey instead of these stupid feminine heels. The rest of the day dragged by until finally, at 2:15pm Natasha stomped across to take over for post time. Post time was the BEST... Usually. Unfortunately, today when she sat down and reached for the record book she was overwhelmed by the putrid aroma of leftover fast food coming from the passenger seat. Clearly over the holidays the factory boys, the lazy pricks, had used the company Ute without even bothering to fill in the record book, dispose of their trash, or bother to put any petrol in it. So with about 2km of leverage to get to the petrol station 10kms away, Donna felt like hitting someone... luckily after much pleading and persuading to Monique (the knight in shining bling-bling) Donna was relieved of the duty and balance was restored once again.
The End!
One fine autumn day a young lady sporting a disastrous attempt to dress formal, waited at the bus stop for the 210 to the city. "Where the fuck is the fucking bus" she whispered daintily. Just as she was attempting to find a song on her classically designed silver ipod that hadn't been played to death recently, the bus screeched around the corner. Donna jumped up from the dirty, spider-infested bench and reached out her arm in a weak attempt to force the bus to a halt. "Adult single trip" she asked with a warm smile. "$3.80!" barked the wrinkly, hairy, angry looking elf passing as the bus driver. She muttered a 'thankyou' before sulking to the only empty seat left. Her failed attempt to make a new friend left Donna feeling somewhat defeated. Luckily a very interesting looking elderly woman with prostitute makeup quickly brightened the mood as she took up the seat alongside. No words were spoken between the two kindred spirits, but Donna could definitely sense that they would meet there the very next day and of course, would be friends forever.
The 15 minutes between departing from the bus and arriving on the train permitted just enough time for a lukewarm latte and a smoke. Outside, Donna leaned against the cold, stone wall and began to drift into the land of imagination, in which a gorgeous red-haired geek was desperately in love with her, she had a brilliant, interesting and well paying job, and owned a pet tiger. Just then the spine-chilling sound of Donna’s phone ringing, abruptly invaded her morning ritual.
“Hello?”
“Hi its Miranda, we’ve got problems with the date of the party....
She sighed and half tuned out as she began to go over possibilities in her head. If they shifted the date of the 14th would that mean everyone could come, or....” she trailed off.
Donna rushed to catch the train before it zoomed off without her. Weeks ago she had vowed to have no more incidences of the doors being slammed shut in her face as bland men in business suits smirked at her from the inside of the moving carriage. Power to the people! On the train she quickly surveyed the passengers with attempted nonchalance, searching, searching... there he was. What a dreamboat! Carefully choosing a seat close but not too close she settled down to a ride full of pretending to read, stealing glances in his direction, and desperately trying not to miss her stop. Who says you can’t have fun on public transport?
Recovering from the excruciating walk from the station to the building Donna rubbed her blistered feet and wished she had thought to wear a pair of chucks for the journey instead of these stupid feminine heels. The rest of the day dragged by until finally, at 2:15pm Natasha stomped across to take over for post time. Post time was the BEST... Usually. Unfortunately, today when she sat down and reached for the record book she was overwhelmed by the putrid aroma of leftover fast food coming from the passenger seat. Clearly over the holidays the factory boys, the lazy pricks, had used the company Ute without even bothering to fill in the record book, dispose of their trash, or bother to put any petrol in it. So with about 2km of leverage to get to the petrol station 10kms away, Donna felt like hitting someone... luckily after much pleading and persuading to Monique (the knight in shining bling-bling) Donna was relieved of the duty and balance was restored once again.
The End!