So, this morning I dragged my sleepy-eyed self out of bed at the usual 7 am. I threw on some clothes, ate breakfast, made lunch, and had about 15 minutes to kill before I needed to catch the bus. I don’t know how I got ready so early, but it happened.
I read in my living room until 7:55 when I ran out the door to catch the 8 am bus. One time I left the house at 7:58 and watched the bus go by as I was running to the stop (false advertising for an 8 am bus!). Fortunately, today I didn’t have to run painfully in high heels with my big awkward bagpurse flapping as I jogged. I meandered to the stop and waited. It wasn’t raining and the sun was just peaking out. I waited. A blast of wind blew the remaining droplets of water from a nearby tree onto my head. 8:05 and still waiting. My hair is now wet. My feet hurt. NPR won’t stop talking about its stupid Fall fundraiser, so I can’t even go to my happy place. Bored. 8:15 still waiting.
The 8 am bus decided to say a big screw you to all of those trying to get somewhere on time. At 8:20 a bus finally reared its ugly head. It was swarming with people. There is a yellow line you are supposed to stand behind and today I couldn’t because we were packed in like sardines. My bagpurse even got caught in the door when it opened, and I was anchored to the spot. So, I had to stand most of the way and I was 15 minutes late for work. Where I am now slacking off by writing this post.
On the bright side–oh yes, ye of litte faith, there is a bright side–below is a picture of what I got to look at while waiting 25 minutes for the bus.
ooohs and ahhhs are encouraged.