Breaking up is hard to do
This story goes back a couple of years, to the early 2000’s, and I remembered it while reading some of these fabulous stories on bustales.
Early one winter afternoon I waited, along with 50 other students, for the campus bus to pick us up and bring us to our destination. Moments later, as we all piled on the bus, it became clear that it was going to be a full house. . . the bus was packed, all the seats taken, and all the isle space utilized.
I was fortunate enough to get a seat, and was zoning out (as usual) by thinking about how many burritos it would take to sustain me for a week (I figure about 17), when I found myself eaves dropping on the conversation of the couple in front of me, apparently they were in the middle of breaking up, I must have caught the tale end of it but the convo went something like this.
Her: “Don’t talk to me . . . I don’t want to talk to you, don’t want to see you . . .we’re done.”
Him: -silence-
Her: -silence-
5 minutes of a long, gruesome, silence between the two neither one looking at the other . . .which made the overly packed ride just a little more awkward, and then the bus stopped. 80% of the students exited, the couple went their separate ways.
I had half a mind to ask that girl out.
Mar 2nd, 2007 at 12:40 pm
at least you weren’t sitting in between them when this breakup went down…although that might have made it easier to ask her out.