I travel by bus quite often. I prefer it to travelling in a school van crammed with halfwit juniors. Who wouldn't?
On a whim, i decided to chronicle the entire 45-minute commute on my phone. Excerptsfor you stalking bastards that follow me :
16:45, Wed 03-08-2011
I am making my way to the bus stop as i type. Auto guy stopped like, 500 km away. Cheap bugger can't give change. *muttermuttergrumblerhubarb*
Bus stop looks unusually empty. Huh.
16:50.
No bus.
16:55.
No bus. Something smells fishy. In the literal sense as well. Must be the sewage behind the stop.
17:00, Wed 03-08-2011
Red bus after red bus after red bus has gone by, not a single one of them going remotely close to my destination. Such is my luck on Wednesdays.
17:05.
I have been waiting at the bus stop for what seems like an eternity now. Where the hell is that bus? I'll be 60 before it finally arrives.
17:06
Bus arrives. There is a God!
17:06:42s.
Bus is packed. As usual, the only empty seat is next to the weird old guy with the hairy knuckles.
Somebody up there really hates me.
17:10.
Some music is in order. *Flips out Walkman, puts headphones on like a boss*
I love you, Walkman.
Now Playing: J'y Suis Jamais Alle- Yann Tiersen.
17:30.
Half the journey's done. I'm bored. La di da.
This lady just got into the bus. She's wearing a churidar made from some really trippy, funky, 60s wallpaper type dress material. My eyes hurt.
17:50.
I take my leave now. My stop approaches. Kthxbai.
On a whim, i decided to chronicle the entire 45-minute commute on my phone. Excerpts
16:45, Wed 03-08-2011
I am making my way to the bus stop as i type. Auto guy stopped like, 500 km away. Cheap bugger can't give change. *muttermuttergrumblerhubarb*
Bus stop looks unusually empty. Huh.
16:50.
No bus.
16:55.
No bus. Something smells fishy. In the literal sense as well. Must be the sewage behind the stop.
17:00, Wed 03-08-2011
Red bus after red bus after red bus has gone by, not a single one of them going remotely close to my destination. Such is my luck on Wednesdays.
17:05.
I have been waiting at the bus stop for what seems like an eternity now. Where the hell is that bus? I'll be 60 before it finally arrives.
17:06
Bus arrives. There is a God!
17:06:42s.
Bus is packed. As usual, the only empty seat is next to the weird old guy with the hairy knuckles.
Somebody up there really hates me.
17:10.
Some music is in order. *Flips out Walkman, puts headphones on like a boss*
I love you, Walkman.
Now Playing: J'y Suis Jamais Alle- Yann Tiersen.
17:30.
Half the journey's done. I'm bored. La di da.
This lady just got into the bus. She's wearing a churidar made from some really trippy, funky, 60s wallpaper type dress material. My eyes hurt.
17:50.
I take my leave now. My stop approaches. Kthxbai.
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