What a nice and shitty day I had today. I had a three day weekend because yesterday was Veteran’s Day, so basically today was like a Monday to me. I woke up late (as usual) and of course nothing went right as I prepared things for work; no time to make lunch, barely had time to arch my eyebrows and I couldn’t find my keys as I started to walk out of the door.

I walked around the corner and up the hill, but I couldn’t run much because I had the ‘good shoes’ on. I looked to my left and there is a red light but the bus is about to pull off! I started to panic and I half-way crossed the street. Green light and the on-coming traffic began to pass by. I started waving my arms and hands dramatically to the bus driver, but to no avail, the bus driver didn’t stop and he passed me on by. Mind you, this is the same hillbilly that left me last Friday when I attempted to wave him down. I catch that fucking bus everyday, I know he saw ME. I started to yell, but I immediately calmed down because I realized that the anger wouldn’t change anything.

I turned my back to the street and I heard someone honking at me. Normally, I would get mad when someone is honking at me, but I turned around to see who it was. There was a little school bus (yes the short one..rofl) and the bus driver asked me if I needed a ride to catch up with my bus. How crazy was this? Very, but at the same time I was thinking about how much I didn’t want to be late for work. I asked him if he was going the same way and he responded, “sure.” Normally, I wouldn’t just hop on a bus with a complete stranger, but I was not in my right mind I suppose.

We drove north on Gravois and I was even too pissed to talk to the children who sat by me on the short bus, but not too angry to constantly thank the bus driver for picking me up. Every time we caught up with the Bi-State bus, we got caught by a red light and the bus in front of us would pull off. About four minutes later, we finally pulled up behind the bus and I quickly said, “thank you sooooo much, I really appreciate this,” and I dashed off of the short bus to get on the Bi-State bus. So as I ran up to the bus, this hillbilly has the nerve to pull off! I know his ass saw me. I start cursing at the bus and yelling at passengers on the bus to tell the driver to stop. No luck. FUCK FUCK FUCK. My high yellow ass is STILL gonna be late. I look to my left and I see the short bus speed off to catch up with the Bi-State bus. I run one block as fast as I could in my ‘good shoes’ to catch up with the bus. The short bus cut the Bi-State bus off so I could get on it. The hillbilly looked at me like I was crazy. With a shortness of breath, I said, “you didn’t see me? I’ve been chasing you for five minutes!” All he could say is that he was supposed to be at Jefferson at a certain time and no, he didn’t see me. I sat my tired, angry ass down and exhaled.

Thank you Mr. Busdriver on the short bus. I haven’t ridden on a short bus in about twenty years. I wasn’t special, they had short buses for my headstart LOL. If it wasn’t for you, Mr. Busdriver, I would have been late for work today. Big hugs and kisses to you *muah*

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