|March 28-29, 2011|
To the drawing board!
Ten seconds in, she turned the other way, so I started again. Then someone buffeted her down the aisle into the articulated section.
I got a bit farther into that view of her, then she moved aside again, then up the steps, until she stood at the back of the bus, a foot away.
A stop went by, and then plop, she sat down in front of me.
Reader, she had such lovely hair.
A strange moment yesterday, while riding along: two conversations, each between a young man and a young girl, where the girls' voices were near-identical. I couldn't hear every remark so the conversations juxtaposed.
"I think we just saw a bus almost collide with a car"
"it was really annoying"
"I can sleep anywhere really dirty, as long as there's no cockroaches"