This ain't no Rakugo!
No no, Rakugo is saved for Tiger and Dragon, ho ho! *cough*
BUT~! I DO have a story to tell; it is quite silly, perhaps uninteresting to some:
I was riding the Metro 720 back to Westwood in the usual fashion right after work -- y'know, the usual standing around idly at the bus stop waiting for the giant red caterpillar-looking thing to slow to a halt before getting onboard. The ride was going pretty well the entire time.
Well, now and then you get the few bus riders who aren't familiar with the routes. Given that this was the Metro Rapid line, one of the riders standing in the far back in the second car thought that the Rapid line stopped at every regular stop. He tried getting the driver's attention to open the doors so he could get out, but the driver had to repeat several times on speaker that he did not stop at that location. Frustrated, the rider then tried prying the doors open; everyone was staring; the driver simply ignored him. At some instance while navigating through the streets swiftly, we hit a big bump and I saw that back rider nearly fall flat on his face! Yeah, it's mean to be laughing about this, but I was entertained at the time!
That's not the point however. Not long after, I heard what sounded like a loud explosion coming from the back! Thinking it was maybe that same guy making a racket, I ignored the incident. That is, until the driver slammed on the breaks and pulled over to the curbside. What the hell was going on? He immediately ordered everyone to remain inside the bus while he ran out to see what the problem was; but very shortly after yelled at all of us to get off NOW, saying something like the bus was very hot (maybe overheating)? I had no idea, but I grabbed my crap and dashed out the front door. It seemed like a panic attack at first, as everyone just about ran without questioning or screaming, probably thinking the place was suddenly gonna burst into flames. But when we scouted the rear end of the vehicle we realized that what happened was merely a flat tire. Now that sucked -- who knew how long it'd take for a tow crew to take care of that bus? Not only that, but the driver had to remain behind to oversee it.
Luckily, for the rest of us we just so happened to be a street away from the closest Rapid stop, and supposedly another bus would be within the vicinity in 5 minutes. When I saw what street we were nearby, oh my god was I happy! Was it fate that the bus had a flat right in front of Beverly Drive? HUH. Whereas all the other passengers had made a mad dash for the bus stop across the street to get to wherever they were going, I on the other hand trekked down Beverly Drive. I normally wouldn't give a shit about this area 'cuz it's full of fancy-schmancy-rich-bitches and crap at highly unaffordable prices, but only one thing drove me: Urth Caffe.
Surely, it was fate -- surely so. Amongst a full house of people looking like they'd just stepped right out of Devil Wears Prada, here was I, a mere college student, toting around a dusty faded backpack and a fat-ass 99 Cents Only grocery bag set against a backdrop of their glammy ensemble. Wow, did I garner some stares or what! But fuck that -- I was here for some good coffee, and boy did I enjoy it. I chilled around for half an hour before taking my leave to hop onto the next arriving bus. Sadly, as I boarded the operational bus, I saw that the one from earlier was still sitting next to the curb waiting. I felt bad for its driver.
Overall, the delay found me coming back to the apartment close to 8 pm when I had gotten off work at 5. See, now wasn't that side trip fun? As they say, "It's not about the destination, but the journey itself."
BUT~! I DO have a story to tell; it is quite silly, perhaps uninteresting to some:
I was riding the Metro 720 back to Westwood in the usual fashion right after work -- y'know, the usual standing around idly at the bus stop waiting for the giant red caterpillar-looking thing to slow to a halt before getting onboard. The ride was going pretty well the entire time.
Well, now and then you get the few bus riders who aren't familiar with the routes. Given that this was the Metro Rapid line, one of the riders standing in the far back in the second car thought that the Rapid line stopped at every regular stop. He tried getting the driver's attention to open the doors so he could get out, but the driver had to repeat several times on speaker that he did not stop at that location. Frustrated, the rider then tried prying the doors open; everyone was staring; the driver simply ignored him. At some instance while navigating through the streets swiftly, we hit a big bump and I saw that back rider nearly fall flat on his face! Yeah, it's mean to be laughing about this, but I was entertained at the time!
That's not the point however. Not long after, I heard what sounded like a loud explosion coming from the back! Thinking it was maybe that same guy making a racket, I ignored the incident. That is, until the driver slammed on the breaks and pulled over to the curbside. What the hell was going on? He immediately ordered everyone to remain inside the bus while he ran out to see what the problem was; but very shortly after yelled at all of us to get off NOW, saying something like the bus was very hot (maybe overheating)? I had no idea, but I grabbed my crap and dashed out the front door. It seemed like a panic attack at first, as everyone just about ran without questioning or screaming, probably thinking the place was suddenly gonna burst into flames. But when we scouted the rear end of the vehicle we realized that what happened was merely a flat tire. Now that sucked -- who knew how long it'd take for a tow crew to take care of that bus? Not only that, but the driver had to remain behind to oversee it.
Luckily, for the rest of us we just so happened to be a street away from the closest Rapid stop, and supposedly another bus would be within the vicinity in 5 minutes. When I saw what street we were nearby, oh my god was I happy! Was it fate that the bus had a flat right in front of Beverly Drive? HUH. Whereas all the other passengers had made a mad dash for the bus stop across the street to get to wherever they were going, I on the other hand trekked down Beverly Drive. I normally wouldn't give a shit about this area 'cuz it's full of fancy-schmancy-rich-bitches and crap at highly unaffordable prices, but only one thing drove me: Urth Caffe.
Surely, it was fate -- surely so. Amongst a full house of people looking like they'd just stepped right out of Devil Wears Prada, here was I, a mere college student, toting around a dusty faded backpack and a fat-ass 99 Cents Only grocery bag set against a backdrop of their glammy ensemble. Wow, did I garner some stares or what! But fuck that -- I was here for some good coffee, and boy did I enjoy it. I chilled around for half an hour before taking my leave to hop onto the next arriving bus. Sadly, as I boarded the operational bus, I saw that the one from earlier was still sitting next to the curb waiting. I felt bad for its driver.
Overall, the delay found me coming back to the apartment close to 8 pm when I had gotten off work at 5. See, now wasn't that side trip fun? As they say, "It's not about the destination, but the journey itself."