weekend bus story
So, this weekend I managed to go to Trader Joe's for groceries and make it back on the bus without slamming my face into pavement. Woo! Victory!
I went a bit earlier in the day and got the same really friendly bus driver on both trips. The weekend I fell, there were two different bus drivers and both were cranky. Maybe it was their vibes that messed with my footing, because I still don’t understand why I was anywhere near the curb where I fell.
On the ride back, there were two old men, one young guy, the bus driver and myself. The old guys got into this long conversation about how that particular bus driver was nice, but he was nothing like Kelly. The most talkative guy went on and on about Kelly and at one point he says to the bus driver, “No offense. You might be handsome or something, I guess, but Kelly is pretty. You’re not pretty.”
The bus driver said, “Yeah, Kelly’s nice.”
The old guy went on more about Kelly’s two jobs and her husband’s job and how old Kelly’s oldest kid is and how pretty Kelly is.
The bus driver and I laughed several times during the old guy’s monologue, but you know? I really wanted to say, “Hey, trust me, this bus driver is pretty, too.” (He was a nice-looking guy, but like even better looking just because he was a cheerful and courteous bus driver instead of one of the creepy ones, you know?) But... in that company, I wasn’t quite brave enough to say it.
Originally posted at http://llamabitchyo.dreamwidth.org/47441.html. Comment where you wish, yo.
I went a bit earlier in the day and got the same really friendly bus driver on both trips. The weekend I fell, there were two different bus drivers and both were cranky. Maybe it was their vibes that messed with my footing, because I still don’t understand why I was anywhere near the curb where I fell.
On the ride back, there were two old men, one young guy, the bus driver and myself. The old guys got into this long conversation about how that particular bus driver was nice, but he was nothing like Kelly. The most talkative guy went on and on about Kelly and at one point he says to the bus driver, “No offense. You might be handsome or something, I guess, but Kelly is pretty. You’re not pretty.”
The bus driver said, “Yeah, Kelly’s nice.”
The old guy went on more about Kelly’s two jobs and her husband’s job and how old Kelly’s oldest kid is and how pretty Kelly is.
The bus driver and I laughed several times during the old guy’s monologue, but you know? I really wanted to say, “Hey, trust me, this bus driver is pretty, too.” (He was a nice-looking guy, but like even better looking just because he was a cheerful and courteous bus driver instead of one of the creepy ones, you know?) But... in that company, I wasn’t quite brave enough to say it.
Originally posted at http://llamabitchyo.dreamwidth.org/47441.html. Comment where you wish, yo.