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. Continue reading ‘Somewhere a ninja smiles’
