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Topic: Bus Stories
There are days when I don’t want to wake up in the morning then there are those day when I do wake up and feel pretty darn pleased with myself for rising without a cracking bone or groan only to find out lately I should have stayed the fuck home. Life is full of regrets, I suppose, now on with the post!
In steps fate, waiting with some thing good cooking on the back burner.
God, I don’t even know how to start this rant, I’ve actually re-written this first sentence ten times…fine; I’ll just be boring…
I walked over to the Purlador building last night after work to wait for Ms. Jeanie. I arrived at 5:00 and waited…and waited…waited a bit more….by 5:20, through chattering teeth I said “WTF man!” Decided enough was enough and called the PUs (Parental Units) ‘cause obvious I had been forgotten and they might have some clue as to why. They reported that Ms. Jeanis’s car was not in the driveway...huh? Then why the hell ain’t she here! My fingers were frozen and I was BEYOND pissed off as it was now 5:30 and I had to hike over to the bus stop (a good 10 minutes away) and hop on the smelly bus from hell to take the 2 hour trip home and hopefully arrive in time not to miss dance. Twenty minutes in to my bus ride on the 19 bus of horrible smells I got a little ring-a-ding. I answered and it was none-other than Ms. Where the fuck are you with a very sincere “I’m sorry” speal. Well, when you’re cold, pissed off and hungry “I’m sorry” just doesn’t cut it so I pretty much “hum, ah, uh-un”ed her away.
Skip a head two buses
I arranged with Lori to be picked up near the dance studio—the arrangement was I get off on Steeles, she grabs my dance clothes and I wait. And does anyone (knowing me) think that happened? Anyone? Anyone? Of course that didn’t flipping happen! I instead watched her pass by me—actually laughed at the predicament—and cried from the sear ridiculousness of the whole evil night. After a another five minutes of waiting and watching the Great U-Turn Queen in action I got into the warm car.
Some time passes
At the dance studio I went into the bathroom to change and if I wasn’t tired, hungry and severely pissed off I would have laughed like a mad women as I pulled out the wrong dance pants—there were my Sakura Cosplay pants (short black stretchy pants) which I could have worn if I’d shave in the last 3 weeks. I got over the “holy crap I’m going to kill someone” thing in a matter of moments with a “fuck it” (I didn’t’ actually say that…there were kids running around and all) I’ll just wear my work pants.
Fast Forward to Dance Class…
This actually wasn’t a horrible idea until Madam Russian Nazi made us jump around while she called out Random French gibberish that no one understood.
Russian Nazi: “Chapet! Chapet! “
Heather: *pant, pant* what…*looks at other students* Oh! Jump, right…*pant* why didn’t you just say..*pant* that.
Russian Nazi: no, talk, DANCE!
The Ballet Nazi got a wee-bit annoyed at my lack of skill and yelled at me—I, of course, blamed the pants being too long. She, of course, had a solution…a humiliating solution…two words Rubber Bands. Do I really need to go on?
After that crappy day everything was just chipper when I woke this morning to thundering and the pitter-patter of rain. I just can’t describe my joy.
Moku out.
Posted by Moku-Sama
at 1:15 PM EST