Of being in grade school, waking up late, then running to the bus stop only to find the bus just departing? And
running after it? Well, it happened tonight- Only, the school bus is our dear smarta, and I am patiently waiting at the stop. So I recently started taking the bus to commute to work. Working in midtown had this advantage- public transportation is much easier. But the downside is that the public transportation does not evade afternoon traffic and the bus going home is always late. Tonight, I had waited a good 20 minutes until the bus-sighting. I see it, and feel the warm fuzziness of anticipated dinner and my heated home. And then the bus passes right by.
So I ran after it to the next stop, praying the light is still red. Luckily, the traffic had built up on the road so it had to stop. Huffing and puffing, I got on, but not before banging on the door to let me in while he shakes his head and says "you can't get on." Bastard driver. I ran a block because you skipped my stop, mofo.
Sigh. It's actually quite funny. When was the last time you've seen anyone run after a
bus?
This week has been exhausting already, partly from the pressure of the conservators working on-site and partly from waking up before the crack of dawn. But nevertheless, Amie and I got some studio time in. And took a smoke break. Played some black jack. Topped it with chips and salsa.
Nice.
