For most of this week I’ve been taking the bus to school and back. This morning I felt I needed some extra rest so Kev gave me a ride to school, but I gladly took the bus home. Or… tried to.
I got downtown without a hitch, reading about what our fair president has done right in his administration- I need to read about this because nothing comes to mind. I put on my iPod once I boarded the second busy and started to listen to the most recent episode of This American Life. I was playing solitaire on my iPod as I listened. And after the fairly lengthy introduction the first story began and had me in stitches almost immediately. I didn’t really want to laugh out loud as I was on a bus full of people, but I couldn’t help myself. Tears were streaming down my face as I held in boisterous laughter as I listened to how one man’s sleep walking led to increasingly ridiculous (and dangerous- though he lived to tell so it was funny) scenarios. I thought I was keeping track of stops (I’ve been worried all week about missing a stop), but one minute I had a few miles yet to go and the next minute I was… two and a half miles or so past my stop, by a big cemetary across from the Super K. I quickly pulled the buzzer. When I got out I realized it was going to be pretty hard to cross the major street so I called Kev and asked if he might pick me up. I’d sit on the cemetary wall and wait for him.
So, what have I learned? Don’t laugh yourself silly on a bus if you want to get home as planned.