Somewhere a ninja smiles
About a year ago, I decided to have a couple of pints at a pub close to my bus. About 5 hours later, 3 drinks too many, and with a phone number from a very manly looking woman, I realized my last bus was about to leave me stranded downtown. I leaped off my barstool, out the door, and ran down the street to catch my bus. I managed to flag down the driver who had grown accustom to my last ditch efforts to time my drinks to the MTC schedule. I sat in my usual seat in the middle of the bus and looked up to see I was the lone passenger on the bus. I put on my headphones and prepared for an uneventful ride.
I drifted off for a minute and opened my eyes to see the bus driver walk out the front door. It was dark outside and the lights of the cars passing on both sides of the freeway (along with the gallon of beer and liquor) made it seem like we were still moving. As I was about to scream from the terror of watching the bus driver step out of a moving bus, I realized we had pulled over to the side of the road and the “driver” was retrieving something from the shoulder of the road. He entered the bus a few seconds later, placed something on the handicapped seats up front, and proceeded to drive onward as if nothing had happened. I was seated too far back while my bloodshot eyes could not distinguish the object he had retrieved. I stared at the object for the next 15 minutes of my ride and yet, I still could not make out its features. I had 15 glorious minutes to imagine my drivers amazing find. At my stop, I made sure to saunter slowly down the aisle so I could get a good look at this object which was important enough to pull over a bus to the side of the freeway. As I passed the object, I could clearly see that the object was a set of numchucks. Yes, numchucks. My best bus ride ever. Somewhere, a ninja smiles.
Jan 12th, 2008 at 11:51 pm
Numchucks, whoever that bus driver is I bet he’s a great guy. LOL.