So, I live in Boston and my office is located inconveniently in a suburb about 45 minutes away. This means a lot of quality time in the car signing to radio and talking to myself. Occasionally, the commute becomes extended because I get stuck behind a tractor. Yes, an f-ing tractor.
Today, the commute became extended because I got stuck behind a school bus. Now, I don’t mean to date myself and be all, when I went to school we walked five miles without shoes, but I did walk to the end of my lengthy street to the stop where all the kids on the in the neighborhood waited together. This is not the case anymore and I really think we need to revisit the current bus route. The. Bus. Stops. Every. Two. Feet. I’m not even kidding. I’m talking 4 separate houses on a half mile street. I don’t think we’re giving these kids enough credit, I think if given the chance they would prove that they can, indeed, walk and chew gum at the same time. Of course, it only added to my annoyance that I had to wait for a boy to take his sweet time getting on the bus, walk all the way to the back and sit down and make faces at me through the window. Punk.
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