Let's kill all the bus riders
It took two hours on the bus to get home today. And there was a woman whose cell phone rang about fifteen times in that period, and you know that high-pitched and very loud chirping that some car alarms make? That was her ringtone.
On the bus, invariably I end up sitting next to a man. Which is fine, but slightly odd, because, at least on my commuter bus, the vast majority of the riders are women, and because--as if we were all eight years old again--bus riders tend to segregate themselves by gender.
And I don't mind it when they fall asleep on my shoulder, because shared body heat is not to be trifled with in the Arctic-temperature bus, as long as they are less than a couple of decades older than me. Also, it was fine last week when this cute little twelve-year-old boy napped against me.
But when the man is older than my dad? Suddenly not so much of a fan. Especially because they're the ones who don't wake when you fidget or cough or do everything but leave your seat (because the bus is so full that there's no room for standing left, either).
In other news, I brought my regular klutziness to a whole new level today. I spilled three different substances (all staining) down the front of my shirt, within the space of six hours. Impressive, no?
Three days of work left! And then eleven days of camping! And then school, but we aren't talking about that.
On the bus, invariably I end up sitting next to a man. Which is fine, but slightly odd, because, at least on my commuter bus, the vast majority of the riders are women, and because--as if we were all eight years old again--bus riders tend to segregate themselves by gender.
And I don't mind it when they fall asleep on my shoulder, because shared body heat is not to be trifled with in the Arctic-temperature bus, as long as they are less than a couple of decades older than me. Also, it was fine last week when this cute little twelve-year-old boy napped against me.
But when the man is older than my dad? Suddenly not so much of a fan. Especially because they're the ones who don't wake when you fidget or cough or do everything but leave your seat (because the bus is so full that there's no room for standing left, either).
In other news, I brought my regular klutziness to a whole new level today. I spilled three different substances (all staining) down the front of my shirt, within the space of six hours. Impressive, no?
Three days of work left! And then eleven days of camping! And then school, but we aren't talking about that.