The wheels on the b--COME BACK HERE!
My mornings are pretty tightly timed. 5:15, get up. 5:35, get out of the house. 5:42, catch the first bus to Concord BART, which is a ten minute ride vs. a forty-five minute walk. (I'd rather walk it, but the idea of getting up before four makes me break out in a cold sweat, and I then have to curl up under my blanket and mutter about the clowns eating me until the terror goes away.) I'm good at keeping to this schedule. I miss the bus once every few months, at most, and then, almost always because my back is out/my ankle is twisted/my body is doing something else really stupid.
This morning, I hit my first two time checks like a pro. Bam, out of bed, where I'd been enjoying a lovely dream about hanging out with Mars and Rae and Kate and the Glass Cat from Oz in a Baja Fresh, talking about BPAL and horror movies. Bam, out the door, fully packed and ready to face the day. Bam, at the bus stop, where bam, here comes the bus...
...and there goes the bus, roaring on down the road while I wave frantically from the bus stop. Realizing his mistake, the driver hit the breaks and stopped in the middle of the Clayton/Rosal intersection. This was probably illegal, but somehow, I failed to care, then or now. I ran the block between the bus stop and the bus, and hopped on.
"Sorry about that," said the driver, and punched my card.
Apparently, today I am invisible!
Sue Storm, eat your heart out.
This morning, I hit my first two time checks like a pro. Bam, out of bed, where I'd been enjoying a lovely dream about hanging out with Mars and Rae and Kate and the Glass Cat from Oz in a Baja Fresh, talking about BPAL and horror movies. Bam, out the door, fully packed and ready to face the day. Bam, at the bus stop, where bam, here comes the bus...
...and there goes the bus, roaring on down the road while I wave frantically from the bus stop. Realizing his mistake, the driver hit the breaks and stopped in the middle of the Clayton/Rosal intersection. This was probably illegal, but somehow, I failed to care, then or now. I ran the block between the bus stop and the bus, and hopped on.
"Sorry about that," said the driver, and punched my card.
Apparently, today I am invisible!
Sue Storm, eat your heart out.