Maine and I just got back from a very frustrating bus date.
Every once and a while we take a bus just for fun. I know it seems kinda ridiculous, because let’s face it: taking the bus sucks. But it gives us a chance to go somewhere without spending a lot of money, and it also takes us away from the distractions of our home life. We can have a conversation without one of us reaching for the laptop or playing a video game or whatever.
Anyways, long story short, we went to Nanaimo station so we could take the #7. When we got there, it was 15 minutes until the next bus was supposed to be there. It never showed up. Ten minutes after it was supposed to be there, the very next bus came and parked about 15 feet from the sign to let everyone off. Then the driver let everyone get on while they took their break, so basically everyone at the front of the line (ie myself and Tremaine) got shafted when it came to getting a seat.
Maine was furious, and I was too hopped up on caffeine to be really angry (I’ve had two venti americanos today… eeek!)
Once we got through sketchytown we got a seat but man it was pretty balls up to that point. We originally planned to go all the way to Dunbar but got off at Broadway to take the #9 home.
The whole time I was concerned that someone was going to break into our apartment. We left the patio door open because it was so hot earlier, but really we live on the third floor. It is pretty unlikely someone will be that dedicated to climb up and steal our things.
But we have awesome things and I do not want them to get stolen! Like the guitar that I should play more of, and the machine I am typing on right now.
