On the Bus, Everyday It’s Like This
~5:26PM
I sit. Sometimes I stand. I get on for free. Peak hours, $1.75. Off hours, $1.50. Start. Ok. First off, the regulars: surf on iPhone, check tonite’s Recipes, catch up on Google Reader, send love tweets to Liana. KAIES, THANKS SMELLY GUY FOR GETTING OFF THE BUS Let’s envision each cut, slice and movement of tonite’s dinner’s preparation. Do I even want to cook tonite? Hee hee, dumb question. OUCH LADY, THAT WAS MY FOOT Do I have dry cleaning to pick up? What time is it? Maybe I should catch peeps on Xbox Live? I’VE GOT GAMER BROS IN DIFFERENT AREA CODES. lol. Hilarious. I really like the view of the sound from the bridge, I should really try and get the elevated seats next time. HAY TEENAGER LOOKING PERSON, YOUR SIDEKICK IS NOT A GHETTOBLASTER I SWEAR KIDS THESE DAYS Hmm… did I catch last week’s Mad Men on AMC? OH SNAPS WAIT, WHERE’S MY BUS PAS… Oh ok. Pocket. Right. Oh, garbage night tonite. I should pick up the mail when I walk by. SRSLY, DID YOU NEED TO OPEN THE WINDOW ON SUCH A RAINY DAY? Ooh, I feel the first turn, I should be getting off soon. Do I have a lot of laundry to do? Maybe I can run in, start a load, get into some pj’s, throw the chicken in the oven, play a few games of Halo before Liana comes hom… OH CRAP IS THIS MY STOP ARRRRGHHH.
“excuse me miss, this is my stop.”
Pay. Step down. Concrete. Two blocks and I’m home.
Now. Maybe I can run in, start a load, throw the chicken in the oven…
On the Bus, Everyday It’s Like This 
~Spec
