On the way to work this morning I got stuck behind a bus. It figures too, because I actually left early this morning and felt proud that I would be arriving early. Thanks to the bus, this didn’t happen because I had to spend many minutes waiting directly in front of my work building for the bus to stop TWICE. See, the bus stopped once and picked up two kids. Then the bus driver drove (which is a bit of an exaggeration, because you see – the driver only had to take his foot off the brake and glide) the length of a car to pick up one more kid. And no, the child wasn’t just running late for the bus, he had been waiting there. Please someone explain to me why those two groups of kids can’t join forces to make one bus stop. I immediately went to my desk at work and started complaining to anyone who would listen how when I was a kid, I’d have to walk two streets to get from my bus stop to my house. Even when it was raining, storming, or snowing. And then I felt old. Next I’ll be complaining about how kids these days play their lousy music too loud and wear their pants too low (or too tight now that the hipster craze has taken over)!
Crap, now that I think about it, I complained about that last week.
Also, if the distance between house and bus stop continues to decrease than I’m assuming eventually the bus driver will have to start knocking on the door to pick up the kid from the house to escort him or her onto the bus. And before you know it, the bus driver will oversee the waking of child, feeding of the cereal, and brushing of the teeth. What a strange world we live in.
