“YO, WE STILL GOT MORE PASSENGERS!” the ‘Little Munchkin’ (what I call her secretly in the confines of my head) bellows out at the lung top. The driver there, well he appears concerned with other matters, bigger fish to fry in other words, like navigating this giant and hulking vehicle through busy downtown streets and managing not to strike the throng of pedestrians walking out of turn.
Ann and Hot Glued Hay for Hair Lady slowly turn their heads to pop a set of incredulous and amused-knowing glances at ‘The Little Munchkin,’ who in turn feels the need to reply, almost just as loud as before:
“Didn’t you see all’them standing back there? -Fred, Ed, and the rest o’them? I thought fer sure he’d stop, but no!”
Meanwhile, the excited and enthusiastic chatter of G’s Estranged Brunette Burning Love with a new equally elated male companion cast the aura abuzz with newfound scenarios potentially for melodramatic outcomes.
Life is good at present, oh yeah.
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1 comments:
I feel bad for G.
Did you change schedules? I'm wondering why you're seeing HGH4H on this bus.
Of course, she might have changed schedule.
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