It’s been over two years since I
started the accounting course that I am in the final stage of right now. Eighteen
months into it, I had to start taking classes in the Big City, which is, as you’d
know if you’d seen a few of my earlier posts, a few hours away from home sweet
home. As I said, I’m in my last stage here, and if all goes well, I’ll be done
by the end of this year.
That’s not what this post is about,
no. This one has much to do with the busses I take on my weekly commutes. And
there have been plenty of those, let me tell you.
You see, whether or not it’s the
same route you take every week, every ride has its differences. Sometimes it
could be a good trip, and other times, it could be downright awful. But knowing
me, you would probably be realizing now that the third option, i.e. ‘most’ times,
are, to me, just funny.
...which are hilarious enough in
real life, especially when they happen to you (speaking from painful experience,
yes). My moments of note include weirder things that have happened, like the time we were attacked by a
cloud of grasshoppers, and oh yes, the never to be forgotten Day The Shoe Held Us
Hostage.
