Stuck somewhere in the middle with hardly any sight-line to anything of interest... If one would deem an old "prunish" lady with artificially bleached blond hair attired in a bright pink cardigan with extra caked-on face powder or perhaps a bicyclist in an all black tracksuit seated within the accordion even mildly interesting, then that one would have to disagree with me so utterly and so completely that I believe we would have to call whatever our relationship happens to be at the time quits.
Meanwhile, my ears perk up to an accentuated level due to the lack of radiation-illuminated subjects of entertainment. A baby oscillates between shrieks of rage to peals of laughter from the severe front of the bus. The fledgling human cries of pain and joy are soon subdued by the buzzing hum of the bus's entrance onto the highway where, in the central portion of the trip one dull electronic DING rings out, thus eliciting the conclusion that someone rather prematurely pulled the stop cable. I wonder if they'll remember to actually step off once the bus finally enters the steel and concrete capitalist arena and comes to a rest at the appointed and prearranged place.
This "wonder" of mine will continue infinitely if allowed to, for a reason I already previously stated -so if you cannot figure it out may I suggest certain aspects of Epicurean philosophy.
In Which A Power Failure Gives Me Pause
1 month ago
2 comments:
Great description of the elderly lady.
I've always wondered whether I should get off the bus anyway if I inadvertently ring the bell. After all, in Manhattan, you're never far away from anything anyways.
Fortunately, there's usually someone waiting to get off.
Do you know the kiddie song- "The wheels on the bus go round and round..."
I might be the old blonde lady- ughh!!!
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