I was on a bus last friday, in a snow/hailstorm. It took us 4 hours to get to baltimore (it's normally 2) and the heat in the bus was turned up to approximately 92. Amid all the complaints of "it's a sauna in here" (approximately once every 15 minutes by someone different each time) there was an extremely awkward relationship-defining talk going on via cellphone a few rows behind me. It included the phrase "You aren't ready to admit to yourself that you're done with me"...
Oh bus rides... did you read about mine from the airport in New York to the one in Providence.
And, not that it hasn't been done, but books about bus rides, can never quite capture the feeling of riding on the bus, with the strange people. I think it's the ultimate setting for "you had to be there" stories.
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I was on a bus last friday, in a snow/hailstorm. It took us 4 hours to get to baltimore (it's normally 2) and the heat in the bus was turned up to approximately 92.
Amid all the complaints of "it's a sauna in here" (approximately once every 15 minutes by someone different each time) there was an extremely awkward relationship-defining talk going on via cellphone a few rows behind me. It included the phrase "You aren't ready to admit to yourself that you're done with me"...
I thought of you.
love,
beccasmith
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And, not that it hasn't been done, but books about bus rides, can never quite capture the feeling of riding on the bus, with the strange people. I think it's the ultimate setting for "you had to be there" stories.
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