Well, it was bound to happen. One of those rare rainy days in Sothern California hits on a bus morning. FURRY PEOPLE HATE WET! It was also one of those mornings where the bus came up behind me about a 50 ft. sprint before the stop. The bus driver made eye contact thru side view mirror with me and yet still started to pull away. I did the big city knocking on the window because at that point the traffic signal decided to change in my favour.
The doors shished open with a gasp of compressed air and she sat there smiling wryly at me like some ancient nemisis.
*looks at last sentance* Okay…no more Harry Potter just before bed. Descriptions are getting too silly. Or perhaps it’s just the morning dose of the Red Hot Chili Peppers đŸ˜€