The Adventures of Emily, Jake and Lauren and the Bus

I just realized why I'm so hungry; I never ate lunch! I went to babysit at ten this morning after eating half a bun and a bowl of cereal. There I drank a bottle of water, a can of cherry coke and ate a handful of raisons. I went to the mall to meet Lauren and Jake with some yogurt which I let Lauren finish. She was really hungry.

I don't remember who's idea it was but we were going to take the bus up to Lauren's house. It was an adventure in itself finding someone at the mall who could change a five for us. Who knew there was a bank at the mall! Then it was off to the bus stop behind the mall. No mind you I've never ridden a city bus before. While I am quite experienced in the art of riding school busses, I have no memoriesof ever being on a city bus. I rode the Max for the first time this spring so I had an idea of what to expect but not really.

We get the stop and Jake turns and asks Lauren, "Hey we rode bus 156 here right?"
She's like, "I don't know, you think I pay attention?" Not exactly a great start.

While Jake and I look over the times list I notice that the next bus for 156 doesn't arrive until 3:04 and it's just after 2:20. Jake is also questioning bus 31 and while we sit in the sunlight he asked another bus driver. They direct us to bus 31. When that bus arrives he talks to the driver who tells us that he doesn't go where we need to go. Then he yells at us, "Get on!" and we file onto the bus holding our money unsure of where he's taking us. About a block later he yells at us to get the hell off his bus and he leaves us at stop telling us he thinks this is the bus we should get on. There is not sign; we had no idea when the bus would be coming, what bus it would be or where it was going.

Lauren sat down but Jake wanted to go back and wait for bus 156. I had no idea where we were going and having no experience in this riding the bus business sided with Jake who seemed to have it together. We walked back, labeled the bus driver an old cracked dipshit and complained. That's all we talked about pretty much for two hours along with 'fuck you' to the drivers who tried to kill us while screaming there horn and shouting.

Bus 156 finally did come. Jake even arranged for it to drop us off at the bottom of the hill. He didn't realize the bus continued to travel in the direction we were going and we ended up walking for a half hour on the side of the busy road in the heat. That made me very unhappy and I found ways to add 'fuck' to the end of about every sentence. We shouted and complained even more. It was about 4 when we collapsed in the kitchen with water and sodas at Lauren's house.

As fun as riding the bus ended up being I'm not sure I want to do it again sometime soon. Or atleast if I do know where I'm going, what bus I'm getting off of, what time it will be there, and what stop to get off at.