I've been taking the bus to work for about a year now. I pretty much knew what I was getting into, since I had ferried and bused to school when I was in college. To make an overarching generalization: there are two types of commuters; weirdos and the people who are trying to stay away from them. These are not rigid categories. I tend to wander in and out of them depending on my mood and what I'm up to.
This last week was an interesting one commute-wise. I was sitting in the accordion part of the bus, which I think is a death trap. I also like to sit there because it seems roomier. Anyway, I hear this "boom" right underneath me, followed by "BOOM!" Then smoke starts to come in the bends in the accordion. I twist around in my seat horrified. If I could have, I would have moved, but this is the 41. The 41 gets so full that there is literally no space to move. The guy next to me is watching my face twist in horror. He watches for awhile to see what I'm going to do, then causally mentions, "It's just a flat tire." Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Twenty minutes later I can feel them place the jack under the accordion and I hear a guy say, "They didn't say there were two flat tires." Unfortunately for all of us, we were on the shoulder of I-5, so we were stuck until a replacement bus came along. So I was late to work, but I had plenty of time to do some more writing on my phone.
Since it is Friday today, here's Chapter 4 of the Bond!
Charlotte and Orville are about to fight their first tournament in the war game with their newly minted team:
This last week was an interesting one commute-wise. I was sitting in the accordion part of the bus, which I think is a death trap. I also like to sit there because it seems roomier. Anyway, I hear this "boom" right underneath me, followed by "BOOM!" Then smoke starts to come in the bends in the accordion. I twist around in my seat horrified. If I could have, I would have moved, but this is the 41. The 41 gets so full that there is literally no space to move. The guy next to me is watching my face twist in horror. He watches for awhile to see what I'm going to do, then causally mentions, "It's just a flat tire." Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Twenty minutes later I can feel them place the jack under the accordion and I hear a guy say, "They didn't say there were two flat tires." Unfortunately for all of us, we were on the shoulder of I-5, so we were stuck until a replacement bus came along. So I was late to work, but I had plenty of time to do some more writing on my phone.
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Since it is Friday today, here's Chapter 4 of the Bond!
Charlotte and Orville are about to fight their first tournament in the war game with their newly minted team: