20 cigarettes before the bus
With ipod in tow, I sat next to the window, shut my eyes and put trust in the driver to get me to work. A little Tripping Billies from DMB Crash album got me to humming a bit. While I did not realize I was a humming, a sharp bump from the bus, opened my eyes to find the two in front of me and the woman next to me staring at me. Continue reading ‘20 cigarettes before the bus’
Wonderful, white, straight teeth
Riding the bus into work at 7 am from the Eastern suburbs, I sat down in a seat and the man sitting next to me says “good morning!” I respond back, little did I know, that was opening the doors to a half an hour bus ride of awkward conversation. The man, who is about 50 years old, me being 20, goes on to say, “Your name must be Jenny, I am Bob” Continue reading ‘Wonderful, white, straight teeth’
