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Bus: 1. Vicky: 0

by VM Brasseur on September 14th, 2005

*groan* OK, alright, I’m getting up already. 5:45am? Man, this sucks. OK, I’m moving. I can do this. Got a schedule to keep. Moving. Shower. Must shower.

Ahhhh…shower good. Nice shower. Waaaarrrrm shower. Dry dry dry. Brush brush brush. Vitamins? Got ’em. Time? YIKES! 6:15!

Must go! Must move! Schedule! Time! Outta my way, cat. Always under foot, always in the way. Shush, no, I can’t pet you now. You’re not shushing. Must move! Schedule! Time!

Bag? Check. Purse? Check. Phone? Check. Breakfast? Check. Bike? Check. Go go go. Must get out out out.

Hurrah! I’m on time! Now to wait. Stay, bike. I’m waiting, you’re staying, we’re waiting. Good bike. We’re good. We’re waiting. A lot. Is it always this late? Where are the other people? Ah, there’s a people. And another people. OK, we’re OK. Good bike. We wait. Which lights are the ones we want? Those lights! It’s coming! No more waiting! Here we go!

Oh. Drat. All bike spots taken. No bike? Can’t leave bike. No bike, no bus. Go home. Grumble. Pout. Cranky. No bus. Running late. Sit in traffic. Grumble. Cranky. Stupid bus. Bah.

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  1. The Brasseurs permalink

    PARENTAL NOTE: To the hapless readers of this blog, the real problem was most likely due to Victoria’s long standing fear of buses arising from her childhood when she was repeatedly given wedgies by first graders. That, along with her concern that she wouldn’t be able to get a seat in the back of the bus with the cool people and would be stuck sitting up by the driver next to a person named Rodney with a runny nose and strong body oder issues. Just let her rattle on about the fact she couldn’t get on the bus – we all know the real reasons, now.

  2. marc-o-tron permalink

    I’ve often thought it would be nice to take the bus/bike to work option, but A > there’s no guarentee that there will be spots available and B > I don’t trust my bike to the front of our buses in Alameda/Contra Costa Counties.

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