Ugh! I hate the bus sometimes. If I am being truthful, my bus route is probably the most laid back in the city. When I first started taking it over 2 years ago, there was the same 5 faces every morning, with the odd 1 or 2 thrown in here a few times a week. The bus was ours. All of a sudden my 'stare friends' from the bus stop became my conversational friends. I even made one very good friendship from it, someone I think I will know and keep in touch with for a long time. Even the morning drivers sour, early morning 'I hate people' face became one of familiarity and I think he even took a shine to us.
Over the last 6 months, even this bus has become unbearable to me. Every morning a group of girls get on, proceed to congregate directly beside me (as if there were actually no other seats on the bus!) and continue to chatter in their very nasally, very annoying foreign language until blessed relief;my stop comes. Now there is also a spattering of other people strewn about the bus, going from my quiet, cool calm and collected 5, to this out of control noisy blob of 15 to 20 people. And the bus driver has reverted to his early morning 'I hate people' face again, and spacing out so much he misses stops regularly.
Today though, I was done work too early to wait for my regular bus, so I headed up the hill to catch the 20. The bus was late, I missed the connecting bus that would help me avoid rush hour, and had to wait 20 minutes just to cram myself into an overcrowded, over heated, smelly bus like one more sardine in the can, just to make it the rest of way home. It wasn't over fast enough! And the bubbles from the soap...when I washed my hands...were black.
At this point, car payments are sounding like a really good investment.
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