And she wonders why I hate busses....
It just hasn't been my day. I had to take a bus to the mall to meet up with my mom (oh joy. 40 min - hour long bus ride). I SHOULD be on it right now, but... Well, let's start from the beginning.
I'm wandering around looking for some money, because we don't have any tickets. I couldn't find any. I even raided my sister's piggy bank and only found a bunch of arcade coins. So I ended up stuffing a million little coins into my pocket, because all we have are dimes and nickels ($0.10 and $0.05 for those who don't know.)
Now, an hour or so later (after only having stuff I really DON'T want to wear clean and everything else dirty) I'm leaving the house. I go to one of the busstops on the OTHER side of the road and wait. And wait. The bus on the opposite side has already come. Now I call my mom to ask which bus it is I'm suppose to take, cause I don't know. Just my luck that the bus that already left is the one to the mall. SO I go back home to wait 25 minutes for the next bus. Pocket jingling with change, I go and stop at the right stop. After several; minutes, the bus comes. Only... It passes me completely. It's the right bus, I assure you! But apparently my bright white shirt and pale as snow skin doesn't blind peoiple enough to notice I'm STANDING RIGHT THERE! And the bus keeps going.
Now I'm at hgome wriitng this because I've given up on the busses. I THINK my mom is coming to pick me up instead, but who knows.
All in all.... I hate busses. ESPECIALLY city busses.
(I'm just venting to nobody in particular, so don't mind me ^^)
I'm wandering around looking for some money, because we don't have any tickets. I couldn't find any. I even raided my sister's piggy bank and only found a bunch of arcade coins. So I ended up stuffing a million little coins into my pocket, because all we have are dimes and nickels ($0.10 and $0.05 for those who don't know.)
Now, an hour or so later (after only having stuff I really DON'T want to wear clean and everything else dirty) I'm leaving the house. I go to one of the busstops on the OTHER side of the road and wait. And wait. The bus on the opposite side has already come. Now I call my mom to ask which bus it is I'm suppose to take, cause I don't know. Just my luck that the bus that already left is the one to the mall. SO I go back home to wait 25 minutes for the next bus. Pocket jingling with change, I go and stop at the right stop. After several; minutes, the bus comes. Only... It passes me completely. It's the right bus, I assure you! But apparently my bright white shirt and pale as snow skin doesn't blind peoiple enough to notice I'm STANDING RIGHT THERE! And the bus keeps going.
Now I'm at hgome wriitng this because I've given up on the busses. I THINK my mom is coming to pick me up instead, but who knows.
All in all.... I hate busses. ESPECIALLY city busses.
(I'm just venting to nobody in particular, so don't mind me ^^)