So I’m the bus the other day coming home from work because we are without our car. Our piece of crap toy car couldn’t make it over a standard Boston post-apocalypse-looking-street-full-of craters-and-other-man-made-obstacles and bottomed out. When riding the bus, which often has an interesting collection of riders, you can people watch, look out the window like Red from Shawshank or read something. Not being interested in the methadone clinic participants and other assorted foolery, I read. The problem I have with reading something is when I really get into a good part, like when the author talks about stealing a city bus when the driver is helping a handicap person, I forget to look at where I am. So I looked up the other day just as we passed my stop doing 40 miles per hour. Ugh. So I had to get off the next stop and walk home. Not a big deal but a kicker just the same.
Just thought I’d share.
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